was the steady one, whereas Robert always had a wild streak.’
Alice and Ross…Izzy shied away from that thought. How deep had their feelings been for one another before Alice had turned to Robert? Did Ross still care for her in the same way? She pulled herself together, aware that Lorna was waiting for her to go on.
‘Alice was young, and had obviously been led astray by both Buchanans,’ she said, ‘but for all that my father wouldn’t forgive her. He’s never had much to do with her children, either. My mother has always kept in touch with the family, by letter and the occasional visit, but she’s very wary of what my father would have to say on the subject. She keeps things low-key and tries not to provoke him.’
She frowned. ‘The only real difference, for all the scandal that it caused, was that Robert Buchanan was never going to be the new young Laird.’ Izzy pondered the situation as she laid hot toast down on the plates. ‘I can’t help wondering if that was what lay behind all the resentment simmering between him and Ross. As the older brother, Ross was the one to take over the estate. Robert always wanted what Ross had, and unfortunately that included his girlfriends.’
‘That must have been some sibling rivalry.’ Lorna added tomatoes to the pan, and it wasn’t long before the appetising aroma of sizzling bacon filled the air.
The kitchen was much warmer now, and Izzy began to place the plates on the table, ready for the meal. She was setting out cutlery when there was a loud knocking on the door.
‘I wonder who that can be,’ she said with a frown. ‘It’s barely seven-thirty in the morning. Who else would be up and about at this time of the day apart from farmers, doctors and the milkman?’
‘I did notice the milkman giving you the eye the other day,’ Lorna remarked with a hint of mischief. ‘I thought at the time he was just surprised to see you open the door at that hour, but I may have been wrong about that.’
Acknowledging that with a smile, Izzy shook her head. ‘You have such a lively imagination.’ She went to find out who was there.
A moment later she stared down at the two children who were standing on the doorstep, her brows lifting in astonishment. ‘Molly, Cameron—I wasn’t expecting to see you.’ She glanced around to see if anyone had come with them, but nothing stirred on the path that led down the hill except for a solitary bird that took flight from the nearby copse. ‘Have you come here all by yourselves?’
‘Yes,’ Molly said. ‘It isn’t far to here from the castle, and we remembered where you lived from last time we came to visit.’ She frowned. ‘Uncle Ross wasn’t staying with us then, though.’
‘No, we came here with Mum,’ Cameron put in. ‘Dad stayed at home.’ A momentary sadness washed over his thin face. ‘He’s not here any more, you know,’ he said earnestly. ‘Mum says he was hurt in the car accident and they couldn’t make him better, but he’s peaceful now.’
‘I know, sweetheart.’ Izzy wanted to put her arms around the children and make everything right again, but it was an impossible task. How could she begin to comfort them for the loss of their father? She contented herself instead with making them welcome, putting an arm around their shoulders and ushering them into the house. ‘Come into the kitchen. It’s warmer in there.’
‘Mummy’s not going to go away, as well, is she?’ Molly asked, her voice hesitant. ‘She was in the car with Daddy, and she was hurt.’
‘No, Molly. Your mother is getting better every day. It will take some time before she’s on her feet properly, but before too long she should be back with you.’
‘In the New Year?’ Cameron suggested. ‘That’s what Uncle Ross says…some time in the New Year.’
‘That sounds about right to me,’ Izzy said. Her cousin would recover well enough from the broken bones she had sustained in the car crash, but she had also suffered head injuries and internal bleeding that added substantially to her problems. The head injuries meant that she had no memory of the accident itself, though thankfully her faculties had been spared. It was hoped that in time she would make a full recovery.
She pushed open the door to the kitchen and showed them inside.
Cameron sniffed the air appreciatively. ‘Are you making breakfast?’ he asked in a hopeful tone, his eyes widening.
‘Yes, we are.’ Izzy nodded. ‘Looks like we have more people to share the sandwiches,’ she told Lorna. ‘Do you think we can run to a couple more?’
‘I think we can manage that. I’ll add a bit more bacon to the pan.’ Lorna smiled at the children, and then, as they stared about the room, taking everything in, she surreptitiously lifted questioning brows towards Izzy at their arrival so early in the morning.
Izzy hunched her shoulders in a bemused gesture before turning her attention back to the children. ‘Sit yourselves down by the table,’ she said. ‘So, your Uncle Ross knows you’re here, does he? Hasn’t he given you anything to eat?’
‘He’s asleep,’ Molly said, shaking her head so that her curls quivered. ‘I tried to wake him, but he didn’t even open his eyes…Well, just the corner of one, a tiny bit. Then he closed it again and made a sort of “hmmph” from under the duvet, and buried his head in the pillow.’ She lifted her arms to show the extent of her helplessness.
Izzy’s mind conjured up an image of Ross, his dark hair tousled from sleep, his limbs tangled in the folds of the duvet. It made her hot and bothered, and she quickly tried to banish the errant thought from her head.
‘And I’m starving,’ Cameron confirmed. ‘I couldn’t find the breakfast cereals in any of the cupboards, so I went to look for Maggie, but she wasn’t anywhere around.’
‘I imagine it’s a bit too early for the housekeeper,’ Lorna commented. ‘From what I’ve heard she doesn’t usually go up to the castle until after nine o’clock.’
‘Well, we didn’t know what to do, so we decided to come and see you,’ Molly finished triumphantly. ‘I remembered that you live at the bottom of the hill…and that you always have a cookie jar on the worktop. I remember it’s a yellow bear with a smiley face and a Tam o’ Shanter hat.’
‘That’s right.’ Izzy pointed to the corner of the room, where the ceramic cookie jar sat next to the microwave oven. ‘There he is, just as you said. Perhaps you could have a cookie after you’ve eaten your sandwich?’
Pleased, Molly nodded, while Cameron fidgeted in his seat and asked pertinently, ‘And me, too?’
‘Of course. I wouldn’t dream of leaving you out, Cameron.’
He looked suitably appeased at that, and Izzy concentrated on making them both a sandwich. Pushing the plates towards them, she looked from one to the other. ‘So your uncle doesn’t have any idea that you’ve come here?’
Cameron shook his head, looking uncertain, but Molly, after taking a bite from her sandwich, said, ‘I left a note for him on the kitchen table to let him know we’d come here. Mummy said we should always make sure someone knows where we are.’
‘Mmm, that’s good. That was the sensible thing to do,’ Izzy said with a smile. ‘I think I’d better give him a ring all the same, as soon as we’ve eaten, just to make sure he knows what’s going on, or he might be worried.’
