right down to business. âWhat did Borthwick want?â
She figured he would ask and was surprised heâd waited this long. âHe wished to welcome me here to Scotland.â She hoped that Grant would realize that was a barb at him for not welcoming her properly to her own estates.
In ye old days, if she had been the owner of a castle and returned to it, the estate manager would have been careful to welcome her home in a proper manner. Grant would learn soon enough that she wasnât leaving.
âOh, and by the way,â she said, wanting to let him know just what she had in mind to do if he had any notion to give her further trouble, âmy cousins may come to stay also. Just wished to give you a heads-up in case I feel I need their help.â
âHelp with what?â Grant quickly asked, his tone of voice close to a growl.
She smiled. âWeâreâ¦close. Theyâre like brothers to me. They just said theyâd be on standby if I needed their help with anything.â You , she wanted to say. But she kept her mouth shut and just smiled againâa wolfâs smile, indicating neither he nor anyone else would push her around.
âWe can make accommodations for them. Weâd be pleased to set them up anytime theyâd like to come,â Grant said, as if realizing heâd better shape up or else, even if it killed him to do so.
âOkay. Sounds super. They said they have bags packed and ready to go. I just have to give the word.â
âGreat.â He didnât sound like he meant it at all.
She enjoyed her meal this time, served up with tea and a glass of water, no whisky. She suspected no one would ever serve it to her at a meal again. Which would be fine with her.
âWhat did Borthwick want?â Grant asked again, his growly tone still audible.
She would love to tell him Archibald wanted to have wolf pups with her, but she curbed the wicked urge to say such a thing. Grant might believe her and try to have the man murdered.
She didnât believe in holding grudges, especially since she didnât recall her father discussing any problems her family had with the clan. Not that her father had talked about much concerning family, except how much trouble her grandmother had been and that dealing with Grant and his people had been a chore because they were human. But maybe Grant and his family had experienced real difficulties with Borthwick and his people. She sighed.
âWhat happened between you and Archibald that would give you reason for not liking the man?â she asked. She swore everyone around them stopped eating to hear what he had to say.
âI would think you would know best.â
She waited while he finished eating his eggs. âWell, I donât. If you wouldnât mind enlightening me, I would appreciate it.â
He put his fork down. âMy family has managed the Playfair estates since the keep was built. Archibaldâs grandfather, Uilleam Borthwick, murdered my grandfather, John MacQuarrie, while he was serving in the capacity I do now. My father, Robert MacQuarrie, took over the management and my mother, Eleanor, mysteriously died in a fall from these very cliffs when my brothers and I were three. Your father was living at Farraige Castle at the time.â
Her mouth gaped. She was shocked to the core to learn that Archibaldâs grandfather had murdered Grantâs. How could Grant insinuate her father was responsible for Grantâs motherâs death, though? Her father was despicable, but she couldnât imagine he would do anything so horrible.
âYouâre not saying my father had anything to do with it,â she said, wanting to clear up any misconception she might have.
âYour father felt he should manage the castle. After John died, my father took over the role as my family has done for centuries. But Theodore was furious. He swore heâd get back at his motherâyour
Christine Zolendz, Frankie Sutton, Okaycreations