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had arrived to lift
Lyall's gloomy cloud.
"I hope
you're hungry. There's lots to eat."
"Ravenous.
Can't beat a Kindrogan Scottish breakfast, cooked by the fair hand of the
laird's daughter."
Megan
blushed, more at his intonation than his words, and the way his eyes twinkled
with memories of their kiss. She had thought about that kiss a lot. Lyall was
no doubt right; Daniel was only passing through. She already knew that in three
weeks he would fly to Norway for cold weather training with the army. He might
then return to the institute, or he might be posted overseas.
If she wanted
to spend time with Daniel, she must take her chance while he was here. With two
brothers and a father in the army, she knew that army doctors had to go where
they were sent. Wives and girlfriends came in second place.
Daniel sat
beside Fergus, seemingly unconcerned by the sticky fingers waving dangerously
close to his oatmeal-colored cable-knit sweater.
He was not
the shallow pleasure-seeker that the news reports and pictures suggested. There
was so much more to Daniel than that. She was certain.
Megan set a
huge plate of breakfast before him of fried eggs, haggis, sausages, bacon,
potato scones, fried tomatoes, and mushrooms.
"Wonderful.
You cook the best breakfasts." He tucked in with relish, giving a little
groan of appreciation that made her knees weak.
"Lyall's
mother taught me. She's our housekeeper. She's a lovely woman. It's a shame
she's not here at the moment." Megan set her own plate on the table and
sat down.
"I
thought I might go on a tour of the local area today. Maybe have lunch out. Would
you like to join me?" Daniel said.
If Mrs.
Stewart were here to look after Fergus, Megan would jump at the chance.
"I'm babysitting all day, I'm afraid."
"Bring
Fergus." Daniel tapped the end of the baby's nose, making him giggle.
"You'll enjoy a day out, won't you, Gus?"
Daniel's
gaze moved back to Megan and her heart skipped a beat as their eyes met. What
was it about this man that arrowed right to the core of her being? She'd never
felt anything like it before.
"Sean
and Kelly have baby carriers to go on their backs. Does Hew have something like
that?" he asked.
"Yes.
It's at his cottage."
"Can we
pick it up on the way out? I don't mind carrying Gus."
Megan would
take lots of photos of Daniel hiking with a baby on his back and post them on
her Facebook page. This kind, friendly man was the real Daniel, not the Romeo
who had dated so many glamorous women. If she wished hard enough, she would
make that true.
Chapter Seven
Daniel
turned the Kindrogan Estate's pickup into the lane where Megan pointed and stopped
beside Hew's stone cottage on the banks of Loch Kinder. He leaned forward,
hands resting on top of the steering wheel, and took in the view.
A vast
expanse of water lay in front of them, as smooth and shiny as polished steel.
Mist draped the pine-clad slopes of the mountains on the other side, drifting
in ragged wisps like something from a fantasy novel. "What an amazing
view," he said softly, more to himself than Megan.
"I'll
just run in and find the baby carrier," Megan said. "Won't be long."
She jumped out of the passenger's seat and headed for the door on the side of
the cottage, her ponytail bouncing, her slender, denim-clad legs striding
purposefully.
Daniel
glanced over his shoulder to see Fergus asleep in his car seat. Climbing out, Daniel
pushed the door closed softly and wandered to the edge of the water. He drew in
a breath of the peaty air and let it out on a satisfied sigh.
Hew's
cottage appealed to him, with its amazing position right on the banks of the
loch. He could imagine living here. He'd always thought of himself as a city
boy, yet there was a freedom and space in the Scottish Highlands that gave him
room to breathe, room to think.
Up here in
the wilds of Scotland, he liked the man he was far more than who he'd been in London. Peace settled inside him as deep and still as the waters of the loch. He
Lyall's gloomy cloud.
"I hope
you're hungry. There's lots to eat."
"Ravenous.
Can't beat a Kindrogan Scottish breakfast, cooked by the fair hand of the
laird's daughter."
Megan
blushed, more at his intonation than his words, and the way his eyes twinkled
with memories of their kiss. She had thought about that kiss a lot. Lyall was
no doubt right; Daniel was only passing through. She already knew that in three
weeks he would fly to Norway for cold weather training with the army. He might
then return to the institute, or he might be posted overseas.
If she wanted
to spend time with Daniel, she must take her chance while he was here. With two
brothers and a father in the army, she knew that army doctors had to go where
they were sent. Wives and girlfriends came in second place.
Daniel sat
beside Fergus, seemingly unconcerned by the sticky fingers waving dangerously
close to his oatmeal-colored cable-knit sweater.
He was not
the shallow pleasure-seeker that the news reports and pictures suggested. There
was so much more to Daniel than that. She was certain.
Megan set a
huge plate of breakfast before him of fried eggs, haggis, sausages, bacon,
potato scones, fried tomatoes, and mushrooms.
"Wonderful.
You cook the best breakfasts." He tucked in with relish, giving a little
groan of appreciation that made her knees weak.
"Lyall's
mother taught me. She's our housekeeper. She's a lovely woman. It's a shame
she's not here at the moment." Megan set her own plate on the table and
sat down.
"I
thought I might go on a tour of the local area today. Maybe have lunch out. Would
you like to join me?" Daniel said.
If Mrs.
Stewart were here to look after Fergus, Megan would jump at the chance.
"I'm babysitting all day, I'm afraid."
"Bring
Fergus." Daniel tapped the end of the baby's nose, making him giggle.
"You'll enjoy a day out, won't you, Gus?"
Daniel's
gaze moved back to Megan and her heart skipped a beat as their eyes met. What
was it about this man that arrowed right to the core of her being? She'd never
felt anything like it before.
"Sean
and Kelly have baby carriers to go on their backs. Does Hew have something like
that?" he asked.
"Yes.
It's at his cottage."
"Can we
pick it up on the way out? I don't mind carrying Gus."
Megan would
take lots of photos of Daniel hiking with a baby on his back and post them on
her Facebook page. This kind, friendly man was the real Daniel, not the Romeo
who had dated so many glamorous women. If she wished hard enough, she would
make that true.
Chapter Seven
Daniel
turned the Kindrogan Estate's pickup into the lane where Megan pointed and stopped
beside Hew's stone cottage on the banks of Loch Kinder. He leaned forward,
hands resting on top of the steering wheel, and took in the view.
A vast
expanse of water lay in front of them, as smooth and shiny as polished steel.
Mist draped the pine-clad slopes of the mountains on the other side, drifting
in ragged wisps like something from a fantasy novel. "What an amazing
view," he said softly, more to himself than Megan.
"I'll
just run in and find the baby carrier," Megan said. "Won't be long."
She jumped out of the passenger's seat and headed for the door on the side of
the cottage, her ponytail bouncing, her slender, denim-clad legs striding
purposefully.
Daniel
glanced over his shoulder to see Fergus asleep in his car seat. Climbing out, Daniel
pushed the door closed softly and wandered to the edge of the water. He drew in
a breath of the peaty air and let it out on a satisfied sigh.
Hew's
cottage appealed to him, with its amazing position right on the banks of the
loch. He could imagine living here. He'd always thought of himself as a city
boy, yet there was a freedom and space in the Scottish Highlands that gave him
room to breathe, room to think.
Up here in
the wilds of Scotland, he liked the man he was far more than who he'd been in London. Peace settled inside him as deep and still as the waters of the loch. He
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