“I dinna ken,” Gwen answered, gazing at Nicholas.
“’Tis regarding his sheep. He is going to talk with Kitt who insisted on a meeting at his estate.”
“Is he in danger?” Clarissa asked quietly. Her mind suddenly conjuring up all kinds of unthinkable scenarios. What if he were to get hurt?
“Against that welp? Nay. Alexander can verra well handle himself.”
“Ye let him go alone?”
Nicholas sighed. “Alexander is stubborn. We offered to go as well, but he wanted to do this on his own. He will be fine.”
But even though she believed Nicholas’s words, she couldn’t help but think of all the ways things could go wrong. What if it was a trap? What if Kitt had some dastardly plan in place? Alexander was going there alone with no one to help if he ran into trouble. Oh dear. She started wringing her hands together. Her favorite pastime of late, it seemed.
“Dinna fash, sister. I assure ye, he will be fine.”
“Let’s go for a walk,” Gwen offered, and Clarissa knew she was trying to take her mind away from Alexander, but just then,servants entered the room carrying trays of sandwiches and fruit.
Settling back into her seat, she reluctantly filled her plate, but no matter what she did or what conversation was going on around her, she couldn’t stop thinking about Alexander and what was transpiring at the Kitt estate. Was he trying to convince Alexander once again to use her as a barter? She would rather be unmarried and a spinster than to be used as a pawn. She trusted Alexander wholeheartedly. But what if Kitt did something that left him no other choice?
What would he do then?
