seems a nice enough young man,’ Lady Campbell observed doubtfully as she watched him depart.
‘He is. He’s a good friend.’
Without further comment the older woman made her way across the hall to the library. Caitlin trailed behind her with Coco in her arms.
‘Now, then,’ Lady Campbell announced as she closed the library doors behind them, ‘it’s time you and I talked plainly, young lady.’
Caitlin set the dog down and perched uneasily on the edge of a chair. ‘Have...have Mum and Dad spoken to you?’
‘Indeed they have. They told me all about your expulsion from university. What, exactly, is going on? I want the truth, mind, not the load of bollocks you told your parents.’
For a moment there was silence. Caitlin sighed. ‘The truth is, I got booted because I was...involved with someone.’
‘Involved? With whom?’ her grandmother demanded. ‘Since I’m aware that college girls these days have—’ she cleared her throat, ‘intimate relations, and on a fairly regular basis, I can’t help but wonder why your involvement with another student would cause such a fuss?’
Caitlin was silent.
Lady Campbell broke off as her confusion cleared. ‘Oh. Oh, I think perhaps I begin to see, now.’
Caitlin’s eyes widened. ‘You do?’
Her grandmother sat down across from her and reached out to take her hands. ‘Are you – are you one of those...lesbians, my dear?’ she whispered, scandalized.
‘What? No!’ Caitlin exclaimed. ‘My God, Gram! How do you even know about such things?’
‘I’m elderly, my dear, not stupid. I know more about all manner of things than you can begin to imagine. So,’ she mused, ‘if you weren’t involved with another woman, then you must have been seeing someone else unsuitable. One of the professors, perhaps?’
A dull flush crept across Caitlin’s face. ‘Yes.’
‘And is this professor married?’
Miserably, Caitlin nodded. ‘Niall. His name is Niall, and yes. He’s married. But he’s getting a divorce.’
Lady Campbell snorted. ‘So they all say. Has he been relieved of his teaching position?’
‘No.’
‘That’s outrageous. I shall see to it that he’s sacked at once.’
Caitlin sat up, alarmed. ‘No, Gram, you can’t do that! Please!’
‘Whyever not? If a professor ‒ and a married one, at that ‒ is having relations with a student, then it’s my duty to report him and ensure that he’s sacked!’
‘You can’t, Gram,’ Caitlin said firmly, ‘and you won’t, because, you see,’ she lowered her voice, even though the doors were closed ‘Niall is Jeremy’s father.’
Lady Campbell regarded her granddaughter in shock. ‘Do you mean to tell me that this professor of yours, this married man, this...this person you slept with at university...is that nice young man’s father?’
Caitlin didn’t respond. But her silence spoke volumes.
Her grandmother groped behind her for a chair and lowered herself onto the cushion with a dazed expression.
‘Gram, are you all right?’ she asked, her expression anxious. ‘Can I...can I get you something?’
‘I really don’t know,’ Lady Campbell said faintly. ‘I’d ask for smelling salts if such things still existed. Since they don’t, kindly pour me a wee dram, if you would. Neat.’
‘Of course.’ Caitlin went to the drinks table and poured a healthy measure of whisky into a tumbler, then carried it to her grandmother and handed it over.
The older woman nodded her thanks and took a lengthy sip. ‘A vast improvement,’ she murmured a moment later, and set the glass aside. ‘Now I shall be much better equipped to handle this mess.’
‘Mum figured it out,’ Caitlin admitted. ‘Or she very nearly did. She thinks I’m sleeping with Jeremy.’
‘You’re not, are you?’
Caitlin bristled. ‘No, of course I’m not! What kind of girl do you think I am?’
‘You don’t really want me to answer that, do you?’ Lady Campbell retorted. ‘Whatever were you thinking, Caitlin Morag, sleeping with that young man’s father?’
‘I didn’t know Niall was his father! I borrowed Jeremy’s notes in economics class, and afterwards he bought me a coffee at The Grind, and we talked a bit, and became friends. It wasn’t until,’ she blushed ‘until later that I realized he was Niall’s son. And by then, it was too late.’
Her grandmother pursed her lips in disapproval. ‘Well, it’s a fine kettle of fish you’ve landed yourself in, young lady. Have you broken it off?’
‘Yes. I’ve told Niall we’re through, and that I never want to see him again.’
‘And did you mean it?’
‘Yes, Gram, of course I meant it!’ Caitlin said indignantly. ‘Getting involved with Niall MacDougal was the stupidest thing I ever did. I never, ever want to see him again.’
‘Hmph.’
‘Don’t you believe me?’
‘My dear girl,’ Lady Campbell announced as she pushed herself to her feet, ‘I do believe you. But I also remember from my own footloose and fancy-free days that a young woman’s mind is a very, very changeable thing.’
Natalie came down the stairs just as Rhys returned. She stopped halfway down, one hand resting atop the banister. ‘Oh. Rhys. You’re back.’
He glanced up. ‘Natalie.’
‘Where have you been? I was worried…’
‘Sorry. I went for a walk. I needed to clear my head.’ He took off his gloves and thrust them in his pocket.
‘And did you? Clear your head, I mean.’
‘Yes. The walk helped, and having time alone to think. But it was Colm who set me straight.’
Natalie blinked. ‘Colm? You can’t mean it! What could Colm possibly know about being a father?’
‘Nothing,’ Rhys said equitably, ‘which was exactly his point. None of us know anything about being a parent until we become one.’ He frowned. ‘I didn’t exactly have a stellar example to follow, you know. My stepfather was a nightmare.’
‘Yes. But he wasn’t your real father, Rhys,’ Natalie pointed out, ‘Alastair was ‒
