a female who would hold three men at bay with a pistol. This was not water he wanted to swim in. He started to shake his head.
She put a light hand on his arm. Her touch seemed to sear right through the wool of his coat to his skin. ‘Please.’
Once more he stared into those green eyes and had the feeling he might drown in their depths. His gaze dropped to her mouth. His body tightened with the anticipation of kissing her again.
‘Promise me, Mr Gilvry,’ she said, tightening her grip on his sleeve. ‘Please. It was a mistake I won’t repeat.’
The touch burned, but it was the pleading in her eyes that made him feel weak. And then there was that kiss. Something he should not have allowed. Something she could have easily held over his head, yet had not. ‘Verra well,’ he said gruffly. ‘I’ll say nothing, provided you keep your promise.’ Damn it all, he sounded like a stuffy older brother. Or a schoolteacher. Which he was, but not hers, for which he should be very thankful.
‘And there is no need to mention I was on my way to town when we met.’
He huffed out a breath and nodded. In for a penny, in for a pound, as it were. ‘All right.’
Her face lit with a smile that left him breathless. ‘Thank you. For everything.’ She danced away.
The girl was a witch. There was no other word for a woman who could twist him around her finger with such ease. He would not let it happen again. His future here was at stake.
He followed her under a stone arch ruptured by the teeth of an ancient portcullis overhead and into the courtyard. He looked about him. The castle wasn’t large by Edinburgh or Inverness standards, but it had served its owners well over the centuries. Its granite tower looked out over the harbour and the town it guarded. A curtain wall encompassed several outbuildings added over the years.
A stable lad took the horse’s reins from his hand.
‘Careful,’ she said looking over her shoulder. ‘He’s quite lame.’
The lad touched his forelock. ‘Yes, my lady.’ He looked enquiringly at Niall.
‘Niall Gilvry,’ he said.
‘You are expected,’ the boy said. ‘You’ll find Mr McDougall in there.’ He jerked a thumb at one of the buildings on the far side the courtyard and walked off, leaving him to find his own way.
Niall turned to bid the Lady Jenna farewell, but she was already mounting the steps to the main entrance on the first floor. She didn’t spare him a backwards glance. She’d extracted a promise and now he didn’t exist. Good thing, too. So why this sense of loss when she was the most irritatingly reckless and undoubtedly manipulative female he’d ever met?
Cursing himself for a fool, he went in search of McDougall.
His assigned room was at the base of the tower, for which he was heartily grateful, and while it had no window, it was near the side door into the courtyard where his office was located. There was little he could do to settle in, since his baggage would come up from the town by cart, so he was glad when he was summoned to meet with Lord Carrick. He headed up one flight of stairs to his new employer’s study and knocked on the ancient arched door bound in iron.
‘Enter.’
A man of around fifty-five, Carrick was still in his prime apart from a little extra fat under his chin and on his belly. The man had a pleasant hail-fellow-well-met look about him, until you looked into his pewter-coloured eyes. They had the power to strip a weaker man’s inner thoughts bare.
Niall met his gaze steadily. ‘You sent for me, Lord Carrick.’
His lordship lowered his brow. ‘Ah, Gilvry. Niall, isn’t it?’
‘Yes, sir.’ Niall kept his expression neutrally respectful.
‘Sit down.’ The older man leaned forwards in his chair. ‘I understand you met my ward on the road today?’
So much for keeping it a secret. He’d known it wouldn’t work. ‘Yes, sir, I did.’
‘And dealt handily with a pack of ruffians, too. You have my thanks.’
How did he know all this? ‘The roads can be dangerous, sir, but Lady Jenna swore she would not go out again without an escort.’ Now why was he trying to defend her?
Carrick sat up, his eyes sharpening with interest. ‘Did she now? And how did you extract that promise?’
By making one of his own, which was clearly futile. He winced. ‘I pointed out the error of her ways.’
Damnation, that sounded pompous, even if true.
‘And here I’ve been thinking a good switching would do her some good.’
Niall’s shoulders tightened at the thought of anyone laying a hand on the girl. He concentrated on not clenching his fists.
‘Is that how you keep order with your students?’ Carrick continued. ‘Appealing to their reason?’
‘In part, my lord. Occasionally I resort to the removal of privileges.’
Carrick’s face brightened. ‘An interesting idea.’ He drummed the fingers of one hand on the desk, his face in a frown as if pondering a difficult decision.
Niall waited, holding his impatience in check.
The drumming stopped and the hand clasped the one beside it. ‘I’m called away to London on urgent business.’
Niall’s stomach dipped. Would he then have no need of extra help? He stood silent, waiting for the axe to fall, wondering where he would go next. He certainly would not return to Dunross. Perhaps he’d find work in Edinburgh while he looked for a lawyer willing to take him on.
‘I need someone to stand in my place during my absence. You seem like the man for the job.’
Niall felt his jaw drop. Carrick was jesting. Had to be. ‘My lord—’
Carrick put up a hand. ‘With Lady Jenna. She needs a firm hand. Someone to keep a close eye on her.’
‘I don’t think—’
‘With my wife at my daughter’s lying-in, there is no one else I can ask.’
He swallowed. ‘I’m not sure I have the right qualifications for such a role, my lord. Lady Jenna is no schoolgirl.’
Carrick raised a hand. ‘No, she’s not. But as my closest relative presently on hand, you will do as well as anyone.’ His last words stung. It was the same thing Ian had said about him being the teacher at the school.
‘Relative is too strong a word, my lord.’
‘Then you will do it because your chief commands it.’
And that was that. ‘As you wish.’ He winced at how grudging he sounded, but he had a strong feeling that Lady Jenna was not going to like this any better than he did.
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