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William grabbed my cases from the boot and carried them across the gravel.
“Craig would have gotten those,” Angus said over his shoulder as we followed him towards the gorgeous entryway of the castle.
The door was slightly set in from the stone steps, and one of the two thick, wooden doors with gorgeous Gothic-style carvings was propped open, giving a peek at a black-and-white collie sitting and panting on the inside.
“I know, but Grace had an early start this morning, so she should get settled sooner rather than later,” he replied.
“Indeed.”
Morag smiled at me. “It is awfully early, but we do so appreciate you coming for the wedding. Everyone is terribly excited to meet you.”
They were? That was also news to me.
“I’m looking forward to it,” I said quietly.
Spoiler alert: I wasnot.
“Bruce, get inside,” Angus said. “Git.”
The dog—who I assumed was Bruce—did nothing of the sort, and instead stayed blocking the door, tail wagging against the wooden floors with his great long tongue lolling out of the side of his mouth.
I tried not to laugh at the blatant disobedience.
“Bruce. Bed,” Angus ordered.
Bruce ignored him.
Morag cleared her throat. “Bruce, to your bed.”
Bruce moved somewhere inside the castle, and Angus looked darkly at his wife. “I can’t stand that dog.”
“Yes. I know. That’s why you have freeze-dried chicken in your pockets,” Morag replied briefly.
“That’s not for Bruce.”
“Who is it for then, dear? The cockatiel?”
There was a cockatiel?
Good grief. What had I walked into?
Angus mimicked his wife’s actions a moment ago with a hefty clearing of his throat and stood aside to let Morag and I walk into the castle first.
“Thank you,” I said, skirting past him inside.
And holywow.
The hallway—a gross understatement if ever there was one—was huge, with tall ceilings, carved stone walls, and the kind of flooring that showed hundreds of years of lives lived within these walls.
“Why don’t you get settled?” Morag asked me after a second. “It’s only us here for now, and you do look like you could use a nap, my dear.”
Lovely.
“William, show her to the room, would you?”
“Which one?” William asked, setting the cases down gently.
Morag’s eyebrows raised. “Your room, of course. Where else would she sleep?”
