How to Ditch a Duke by May McGoldrick

Author:May McGoldrick [McGoldrick, May]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: May McGoldrick

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How to Ditch A Duke

– Step 4 –

Choose the Most Advantageous Time and Place to Let Him Down

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The summer air was unnaturally still, and the waters of the loch lay like silvery glass beyond the ripples sliding outward from the boat. In the distance, the round-shouldered peaks of the Cairngorms wore a mantle of thickening grey clouds.

Taylor stared at the swirling pools formed by the oar blades and tried not to think of the ridiculousness of what she was doing. Never in her life had she been a coward. Never had she failed to rise to a challenge. She prided herself on her independence. On her willingness to stand up to the men in her family. Why she ran away from the duke was a mystery that plagued her.

She turned her attention to the island ahead. It was indeed pretty and small. She’d admired it from afar when she walked along the shoreline. At one end, a copse of pine trees bordered a grassy meadow. At the other end, the land rose high above the loch, covered by another grove of trees. The refuge was just distant enough from the shore to require a boat and a pair of strong arms to row to it.

As they approached, she was surprised to see another boat pulled up onto a beach of sand and stone. She turned to the wiry old groom who’d been tasked with bringing her out.

“Does anyone live on the island?”

“Nay, my lady.”

“Whose boat is that, then?”

The groom turned and squinted at the craft. “A few lads were out fixing a hole in the cottage roof last week, but they’re done with it. A maid out cleaning up, I’d wager. The isle has scant visitors. Family folk, mostly. Could be the Squire and the minister are out here.”

Taylor had seen a great deal of Dermot McKendry’s uncles this past month, battling one another almost daily with their cleeks and mashies and niblicks in the meadows. And if it wasn’t some golf shot they happened to be arguing about at dinner, then it was a giant fish that got away back in the reign of Robert the Bruce.

As the boat bumped onto the shore, the groom jumped out and pulled it up onto the sand. Taylor accepted the proffered hand and climbed out. She looked up the gentle incline and saw the peak of the cottage roof beyond the crest of the hill.

“I’ll wait here, my lady.”

It was an easy climb from the beach. The rippled clouds covering the sky had the look of fish scales, and Taylor breathed in the warm morning air. The smell of pine and earth surrounded her. She undid the ribbon and tore the bonnet from her head when she reached the top of the grassy knoll. Just beneath her, the thatched cottage was surrounded by a carpet of yellow, scarlet, and white flowers.

The serenity of the view drew a breathy sigh from her. Small wonder Millie and her husband liked to come here to spend a day.

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