Lion of Caledonia: International Billionaires VII: The Scots by Caro LaFever

Author:Caro LaFever [LaFever, Caro]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781945007064
Publisher: ViVaPub
Published: 2016-03-27T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 13

“I’m going to get a computer too?” Robbie danced a childish jig, circling the freshly installed desk in his bedroom. His father had elected to buy a standing desk, one he could pace back and forth in front of. His son had wanted an old-fashioned roll one, instead.

“But Da,” he’d exclaimed as the three of them had huddled around Jen’s laptop, picking furniture. “I need all sorts of places to put stuff.”

His father hadn’t been able to mount an argument to that. Much of Robbie’s collections had been safely transferred to a row of new cupboards lining one wall of the room, yet there was still the need for a cubbyhole here and there.

“Da?” He stopped mid-lurch, throwing a guarded glance at his father. “I am, aren’t I?”

“Yes.” Cam stood by the open window, leaning out into the fresh spring air. The ugly, dark curtains had been replaced with sets of shiny blue blinds matching the new quilt filled with sailboats on the boy’s bed. “Ye and I both are getting computers.”

“Welcome to the twenty-first century.” Jen’s tone was wry.

“Now, don’t be rubbing it in.” He turned and wagged a finger her way. “Tre does enough of that on his own.”

“Once we get the computers and the new TV, we’ll be ready for the party.” The boy jumped to the center of his bed, his face alight with glee. “I can’t wait.”

Jen had been yanked by both man and boy through the entire mansion as the furniture deliveries had arrived. Should the new sofas be in front of the fireplaces, or near the restored piano? Should the new billiards table be put in the great hall, or the drawing room? And a man couldn’t be in charge of organizing the new kitchen.

She’d let Mrs. Rivers take over there.

“We need a theme.” Cam leaned out farther, as if trying to see past the side of the house to the now-impressive garden leading down to his loch.

“A theme?” Jen said.

“What’s a theme?” Robbie pounced.

His father turned and sat on the window ledge, confident he wouldn’t shift too far out and fall to the ground below. Jen made a mental note to check into installing guardrails. She could easily imagine the boy imitating his father, with disastrous results.

“Our party needs a storyline,” the storyteller mused. “Something to pull all of it together.”

“We could be kelpies.”

His father chuckled at his son’s suggestion. “Naw. I’m not going to be asking Jenny to wear a horse’s head.”

The child giggled as he jumped off the bed and skipped over to stand by the window, too.

“I’m thinking May Day.” Cam’s expression lit with imagination. “Bonfire on Friday night and a wee dance around the pole on Saturday. The dates fit.”

“That sounds more like a child’s theme than an adult’s,” she said.

“We’re all children at heart, aren’t we?” He wouldn’t be dissuaded, she could see it in the set of his jaw and the flame in his eyes. “I know my friends and they’ll like it.”

“Can I have some friends come too?” Robbie piped in.

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