The Heir of the Castle. Scarlet Wilson
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one of the best friends I had.’
‘And you stay here—in the castle?’ He could almost see the questions spinning around in her head.
‘Not exactly. I live in Edinburgh most of the time. I have a house there. But I’ve always had a room here with Angus. He needed a bit more help in the last few years.’
There was so much more she clearly wanted to ask. He could almost sense her biting her tongue. Instead her eyes fixed on the maze and gardens in front of them.
‘Do you know much about the estate?’
The words sent his hackles up. He tried not to let it show, but every question he’d more or less been asked by the relatives in the last twelve hours had revolved around money. He found it impossible not to grit his teeth. ‘I know every field, every tree, every fence and every stream. I’ve been in and around Annick Castle since I was a young boy.’
But Laurie hadn’t noticed his tension; she was lost in a world of her own. ‘Lucky you.’ There was a wistful tone in her voice as she leaned back on the bench and looked up at the elegant façade of the castle. She sighed. ‘This would have been my dream when I was a little girl, living in a place like this.’ She held out her hand. ‘I can only imagine what it must be like to play in a maze like this every day or to run up and down those fairy-princess stairs.’ She gave him a mischievous smile. ‘Go on, tell me. Did you ever slide down those banisters?’
He could feel his natural protective instincts kick in. Did he really want to tell her that he and Angus had regularly had competitions to see who was the fastest sliding down either side?
All of a sudden this was personal. These were his personal memories of his time here with Angus McLean. And he didn’t want to share them.
He didn’t want any of these people staying here. He really just wanted them all to leave. The piece of paper in his hand crumpled under his grip.
She was puzzling him. She wasn’t talking about money. She was talking about people and family. But maybe she was just cleverer than the rest? And what was more she was persistent. ‘Or did Angus forbid you from doing things like that?’
The words jolted him. Jolted him from a whole host of memories that flooded his brain. Diving in the swan pond, trying to build a raft to sail across it, swinging from the rope swings that he’d made amongst the trees. Angus wasn’t the kind to forbid him anything. He lifted his heavy eyelids and caught her staring at him with those big brown eyes. ‘Only if he caught me,’ he said quietly.
The moment passed just as quickly as it appeared. ‘Shouldn’t we be going?’ He stood up. ‘You’ve got a Murder Mystery to solve.’
‘Oh, that.’ She stood up, her dress catching the light again. ‘I’d almost forgotten about that.’
How could she forget about that? It was the key to owning this castle. Surely it should be the first thing on her mind.
He led her towards the open doors to the drawing room. ‘Let’s get this over with.’ She sighed, then turned around. Her hand reached up and rested on his chest. ‘Callan, tomorrow, will you show me around the grounds of Annick Castle? I’m only here for the weekend and I’d like to see as much as I can.’
His immediate response caught in his throat, because his immediate response was to say no.
The last thing he wanted was to be the genial host, showing everyone around the castle he considered a home.
But Laurie seemed a little more measured than the rest. A little more interested in the history of the castle as a whole.
Her hand was still resting on his chest, almost burning a hole through the thin cotton of his shirt. She bit her lip. ‘I was also wondering if I could see some pictures of Angus. See what he looked like.’ Her eyes drifted off... ‘I kind of wonder if my dad looked like him at all...’ then came back to meet his ‘...or if I do.’
The hairs were standing up at the back of his neck—and it wasn’t the cool evening breeze. It was her. And the effect she was having on him.
Had anyone else asked to see pictures of Angus? He couldn’t remember, but they must have—surely? If someone told him he’d a long-lost relative the first thing he’d want to do would be see what they looked like.
He gave a little nod. ‘I know where some of the family pictures are kept. Leave it with me. I’ll let you see them tomorrow.’
She gave a nervous kind of smile. ‘Thank you, Callan. That will be nice. And the tour?’
Her big brown eyes were fixed right on him. She obviously wasn’t going to let this go.
He wanted to say no. He really did. But how could he?
He could almost hear Angus’s voice in his ear. Show them around, make them fall in love with the place as much as we did.
‘Fine. I’ll meet you just after breakfast.’
She gave a little nod of her head. ‘Thanks.’
He gestured towards the dining room. ‘You better go on. I’ll be a few minutes getting changed.’ He turned and walked off along the corridor.
Dinner with the twelve potential inheritors of Annick Castle.
He really couldn’t think of anything he wanted to do less.
CHAPTER THREE
BY THE TIME Laurie reached the dining room most of the other guests were already seated. It seemed there was no opportunity to pick your own seat. The calligraphy from the character envelopes had been carried on to the name cards on the table.
She gave a little sigh as she sat down. Her character was between both men she was apparently seeing, which meant that Callan would be next to her again.
A man around twenty years older than her sat down on her right at the Philippe Deveraux card. She tried not to smile. In real life he wasn’t exactly her taste, but she held out her hand politely. ‘Pleased to meet you.’ She nodded at her card. ‘I’m Lucy Clark, but I’m really Laurie from London. My father was one of Angus McLean’s children.’
Her companion smiled. ‘Then that makes you my niece. I’m Craig Fulton. From what I can gather, I think I am the youngest of Angus McLean’s children.’ He leaned forward conspiratorially. ‘And I’m not sure that I’m comfortable with dating my niece.’
Laurie felt a wave of relief rush over her. Thank goodness. This could have been awkward.
‘What do you do in London, Laurie?’
‘I’m a lawyer.’
His eyebrows rose. ‘Well, that will come in handy with all these shenanigans. Is this even legal?’
She shook her head. ‘Scottish law and English law can differ. I’m just as in the dark as you are.’
The chair next to her was pulled out and Callan sat down beside her. He’d changed into a hunting-style jacket, obviously in keeping with the style of the evening.
But Craig persisted. ‘But you must know something?’
He was making her uncomfortable. ‘Actually, I don’t. This isn’t my area of expertise. I practise employment, partnership and discrimination law.’
Craig threw up his hands. ‘What use is that to anyone?’
Now he’d really annoyed her. And it was clear that Callan was about to intervene, but she lifted her hand and laid it on his jacket sleeve to stop him. She smiled sweetly at Craig and spoke quietly. ‘Why don’t you ask my last client? I won him an award of half a million pounds.’
Craig choked on the wine he was currently necking down at a rate of knots. Leaving his neighbour on the other side sharply hitting his back for him.
Callan shot her a smile. ‘Touché,’ he whispered.