A Highlander’s Terror by Emilia Ferguson

Author:Emilia Ferguson
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: 0
Published: 2018-03-18T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

TO THE RESCUE

TO THE RESCUE

Rufus looked out of the window of the small inn at Buccleigh village onto the lengthening evening. He shifted in his chair, feeling restless and uncomfortable. He guessed it to be close to six o' clock. Where was she? What was happening?

Rufus, stop it. She's just met up with her grandfather. Of course she'll stay the night. It's only natural.

He knew how stupid he was being. There was no reason on earth why Amabel would contact him before tomorrow. If then. All the same, he could not help worrying. Why had she not sent word?

She's not obliged to tell you her plans, Rufus. Let the lass do as she must.

“Evening, sir,” a voice said at his elbow. Brogan.

“Oh. Hello, Brogan.” Rufus sighed, distracted.

Brogan pulled out a seat and sat down opposite him. “Suppertime, sir?”

“Oh. Yes. I suppose so.” Brogan grinned, desultorily. He was sitting here with a bowl of broth and a loaf of bread and he'd completely forgotten what he was doing here. His mind was with Amabel, fretting.

“Mind if I join you?” Brogan asked, reaching eagerly for a slice of the bread. Rufus chuckled.

“Of course not, Brogan. By all means.”

Brogan tore off a chunk of bread and chewed it appreciatively. He looked up at Rufus with a small frown.

“What is it, sir?”

Rufus shrugged. “I wish I knew, Brogan. Something's not right.”

“You mean, this business with the outlaws, sir?”

“That,” Rufus nodded, helping himself to another piece of the loaf, “and this business with the duke.”

“Duke?” Brogan's brows shot up with interest. Rufus had forgotten he likely knew nothing about it. He sighed.

“Not important, Brogan. Not really. I just wish I knew where she was.”

“Lady Amabel, sir?”

“Mm.” Brogan put his elbow on the table and leaned his chin on it thoughtfully. He wished he could stop worrying about Amabel, but he couldn't. He told himself it was selfish – of course he was thinking about her, and probably not innocently, either. However, he knew it was more than that.

Something doesn't feel right.

“Sir, we could go and have a look round by ourselves,” Brogan suggested, eyes shining.

“You mean, go to Bronleigh and make investigations?”

“Exactly.” Brogan swallowed hard, nodding with emphasis. “We should have a look round. Find out what's going on. Something is, that's for certain. We should find out what.”

Rufus raised a brow, thoughtfully. The idea was very appealing, he couldn't deny it. He needed to find out what was happening and this was the ideal way to do it. It was chafing at him, sitting still and waiting. He needed action.

“That's a good idea, Brogan,” he replied. “We should go and have a look around.”

“Let's go just before nightfall, sir,” Brogan proposed. He looked out of the window, indicating the slowly falling dusk.

“Yes.” Rufus nodded slowly. “I wouldn't give much for our chances of finding things out after nightfall. I don't think the sentries at Bronleigh castle take kindly to people wandering in and out with questions for them.”

Brogan chuckled. “Quite so, sir.”

They finished dinner in silence and headed out into the night.

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