"Well… this is sudden." Frowning,Glenhavenstudied Rebbie with uncertainty.
"His father is theMarquessofKilverntay. Do you know him?" she asked, wanting him to know Rebbie was the most trustworthy of men.
"Kilverntay?"Glenhaven'sbrows shot up. "Aye, indeed. How is he?"
"He's in fine health," Rebbie said. "'Tishard for me to keep him out of trouble though."
Glenhavenchuckled.
"You don't mind if we take Jamie now, do you? I'll send for the rest of his things, along with his nursemaid in a few days," Rebbie said.
"I don't mind. His father appointed me his guardian and tutor, but I trust the two of you will take good care of him. We'll miss the lad, though."Glenhavensmiled down fondly at Jamie.
"I thank you for your help these last several months," Calla said.
After they gathered a few of Jamie's things, and his aunt bid him a tearful goodbye, they proceeded outside.
"M'lady."Mornarushed out into the courtyard behind them.
Calla took her aside so they could talk privately.
"I'm so glad you've returned. Do you wish this back now?"Mornaheld out the sealed missive.
"Aye, and I thank you for holding onto it for me." Calla smiled. "Laird Rebbinglen has asked me to marry him and I've agreed."
"Oh! How grand, m'lady." Tears of joy glinted inMorna'seyes. "I'm so happy for you."
"I thank you. We'll send a carriage for you and your things in a few days."
Once Rebbie helped Calla mount, then hoisted himself into the saddle,Glenhavenlifted Jamie to sit in front of him.
"I get to ride Devil!" Jamie yelled.
"Shh. You'll startle the horse, love," Calla scolded gently.
Rebbie chuckled, feeling happier than he could remember.
He held the wriggling lad to his chest with one arm and took up the reins in the other. "How is your arm?" he asked Calla. "Can you hold on?"
"Aye."
Rebbie proceeded slowly, walking the horse down the long drive and savoring the moment and his own joy. He was near mad with it, wanting to spin Calla around, kiss her, and tell her again how much he loved her, but 'twas impossible at the moment. Instead, he gave in to the urge and kissed the top of Jamie's head. He didn't seem to notice, so captivated was he by riding the horse. Rebbie was glad in a way, for the lad might think him daft.
Outside the gates, Lachlan grinned and shook his head. Rebbie knew what he was thinking, but he didn't care. Naught could hold back his smile at the moment.
"Want the lad to ride with me?" Lachlan asked, clearly aware Rebbie was having a difficult time with two additional riders—even though he was enjoying the closeness—and Calla injured besides.
"Aye. Would you like to ride with Lachlan, Jamie?" he asked.
Jamie nodded and went to him. "You're Kean and Orin's da."
"Indeed, I am. They're looking forward to seeing you again."
They all arrived back atDraughonjust as gloaming was turning to night.
"I need to see to your arm." Eyeing her bloody bandage, Rebbie helped Calla dismount in the courtyard. "You're likely to need stitches."
She frowned. "In truth?"
