—Simple? he repeats with a quiet laugh. Nothing is simple with Callum McGregor, believe me. He’s a man who calculates every move, weighs every decision based on its impact on the family business. That’s what makes him a formidable opponent in business—and, I imagine, a complicated partner in life.
—I think I know my husband better than you do, I say, rising to my feet. Thank you for the tour, but I think it’s time for me to return to the castle.
—Jane, he says, standing as well, don’t misunderstand my intentions. I’m not trying to create problems. I’m simply offering a different perspective.
—One I didn’t ask for, I reply. Would you take me back to the castle, please?
He studies me for a moment, then nods.
—Of course. But before we go, allow me to offer you one last glass. Our most awarded whisky. Just to end the visit on a positive note.
I want to refuse, but part of me feels it would be rude to leave on open conflict. After all, he is a potential business partner for Callum’s family, and I don’t want to create unnecessary complications.
—One last glass, then, I concede, sitting back down.
He pours a measure of amber liquid and watches me closely as I taste it. It’s excellent—complex, smooth.
—What do you think? he asks.
—It’s delicious, I admit. The best I’ve had today.
—I’m glad you like it, he says, sitting closer than before. You know, Jane, you are a remarkable woman. Intelligent. Beautiful. I understand why Callum was interested.
His wording unsettles me, as does his sudden proximity.
—I should go, I say, trying to stand.
His hand settles on my arm—light, but insistent.
—Have you ever considered that perhaps you deserve better than a marriage of convenience with a man incapable of real emotion?
I stare at him, stunned by the audacity.
—I’m sorry?
—Come now, Jane, he says with a smile that makes me want to throw my whisky in his face. Rumors circulate. Your sudden marriage, the inheritance condition, your Hollywood scandal… It’s a mutually beneficial arrangement, isn’t it? Or at least, that’s how it started.
I pull my arm free, anger flaring.
—You know absolutely nothing about my marriage, or my feelings for Callum.
—Perhaps not, he concedes. But I know Callum. And I know he doesn’t let anyone get close enough to truly know him. Not even Heather, who tried for years.
—Maybe he was just waiting for the right person, I shoot back. And clearly, that wasn’t you or Heather.
His expression hardens briefly before smoothing into a colder smile.
—You’ve got spirit. I like that. Listen, Jane—I’ll make you an offer. If you ever realize this marriage isn’t what you hoped for, or if you grow tired of life in the Highlands, call me. I could offer you?—
—I’m going to be very clear, Mr. McKenzie, I cut in, standing. I am in love with my husband. I am not interested in your insinuations or your barely veiled offers. Now, if you don’t take me back to the castle immediately, I will find another way.
—As you wish, he says. But keep my card. You never know.
The drive back is steeped in tense silence. I’m furious at him for his insinuations—but also at myself for accepting this invitation without telling Callum. Now I understand why Jamison looked concerned.
When Alistair drops me off at the castle, he offers one last conciliatory smile.
—Thank you for today, Jane. Despite our disagreement, I enjoyed your company.
