Sisters of Colford Hall 01 - The Invasion of Falgannon Isle by Deborah MacGillivray

Author:Deborah MacGillivray [MacGillivray, Deborah]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Dorchester Publishing Co.
Published: 2008-07-29T07:00:00+00:00

Desmond grabbed the jogging pants and jacket from the back of the Rover, then went to the passenger side to unlock the glove compartment. B.A. might not lock her doors, but habits died hard with him. He inserted the key, paused, realizing he had forgotten to lock it. Strange, he always locked the glove box. Guess he’d been too upset about B.A. Dismissing it, he pulled out his wallet and turned to Wulf.

“Shame about the location. It’s ideal for a deep water harbor.” Wulf pushed his bright blond hair from his face.

Desmond dismissed the problem with a shrug. He should be ticked. Wulf was right—it was perfect. His original plans had called for the deep harbor to be built at this point.

“B.A. would keep us tied up in courts for decades—and win. Since the beach was directly under the castle, she’s not passing an idle warning about the checkmate with Scottish National Heritage. I’m not going to cry over spilt milk. Once we locate another spot, I’ll press B.A. to trade my parcel of land for another chunk of the island.” He held out several large bills.

Wulf’s left brow arched. “Bribing me?”

“You have plans for the evening with a certain redhead, if I know you. Get Dennis to stand B.A.‘s lads to drinks. I don’t want to see the first Michael or Ian.”

“A challenge, since there’s a surplus of both.” Wulf slid behind the wheel. He looked as if he were contemplating whether to say what was on his mind. “Des, there are alternatives. There are, what—hundreds of isles with no people on them out here?”

Muscles in Desmond’s jaw twitched. “Plans are set. You know the costs involved.”

“There’d be a price for pushing it back as we hunt for another site. But with the takeover bid for Montgomerie Enterprises coming, you’ll be able to take the hit and move on.”

Desmond closed the door, his stare impassive. “This is about more than money.”

Wulf nodded. “Revenge? My friend, there are many ways to achieve that, some sweeter than others. You’re fighting a ghost—fighting yourself. If I were you, I’d marry that lass, change her name to Mershan, then keep her pregnant with Mershan babies. All hail, Clan Mershan. That’d set old Montgomerie rolling in his grave.”

With a wave and a laugh, Dennis appeared and climbed into the passenger side, slamming the door. Wulf started the engine. Desmond stood watching as the car drove off and vanished over the knoll, trying not to let his friend’s advice take root.

Why did B.A. Mershan have to sound so perfect?

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