Page 64 of The Beast

“I very much doubt it,” Beatrice admitted.

The next few days were like a whirlwind. Her mother insisted on traveling to the village and upon spotting the peddler, spent an exorbitant amount of money purchasing trinkets. After spending three days at Keep Ross, Lady Macdonald was prepared to go to Beatrice and Duncan’s home.

Beatrice, her mother, and Orla climbed into the carriage. Lady Mariel, Isobel, and Ella would be visiting the next day. Once they spent a week at their home, they would all prepare to travel to North Uist.

“We cannot delay our return too long,” her mother said looking out the window. “Already the weather is turning colder, and very soon it will be impossible to travel.”

Beatrice followed her line of sight. “A season will be a long time to remain away from the keep. I am surprised Darach is considering going.”

“He has brothers to take his place. What of yer husband? He avoids talk of it.”

She’d yet to talk to Duncan about it. “I am sure he is going. Duncan is a private person, who prefers to be away from too many people.”

“It is expected that the man who marries a laird’s daughter would first seek permission. That did not happen, obviously. Therefore, it is imperative he meets with yer father to discuss expectations.”

“I understand, Mother. As son and brother to lairds, I am sure he is aware of the obligations.”

Her mother gave her a dubious look. “How do ye feel about him? Ye seem to enjoy each other’s company. I must admit to finding him unapproachable, intimidating even.”

“We are getting to know one another, and he is kind and patient with me.” Beatrice’s lips curved at how hard it had been for them to keep from making noises during sex the night before.

“From the dreamy look on yer face, I ascertained as much and I am glad for it,” Her mother smiled. “It settles my mind to know both ye and Isobel have husbands that treat ye well.”

Upon arriving at the house, her mother took it in. “It is a grand home, dear.”

“It is,” Beatrice said. “Very quiet, which I’ve grown used to.”

Evander and Duncan had ridden ahead. Thankfully, after the first day, the two had become somewhat friendly.

Beatrice was excited to entertain and nervous once the others arrived, but thankfully Gara and Firtha handled everything perfectly.

The new chambermaid and her son were kept busy ensuring everyone had all they needed, and by the end of the visit everyone was exhausted.

Duncan let out a long breath as the carriages disappeared down the road. “I will need a sennight to recover from this.”

“We have only three days before leaving for North Uist. Ye may as well make the most of it.”

When he didn’t reply, Beatrice gave him a sharp look that he didn’t meet but instead kept his gaze on the road. With the servants near, she could not question him.

“Are ye going back inside,” she asked, turning to the house.

“Nay. I am going for a ride.” He walked to the stables, with the long strides of a man in a hurry.

Beatrice narrowed her eyes. Where did he have to be? There was packing to be done and preparations for a long season away.

Annoyed at her reclusive husband, she went back inside. She hurried to find Caelan, who was in his study. As usual, he was impeccably dressed. Upon seeing her, he stood and motioned to a chair. “Ye must be weary with all the meals and entertaining.” His gaze was warm. “Ye handled everything perfectly.”

“I must admit to being proud,” Beatrice replied with a smile. “I came to ask ye something that perplexes me.”

“Oh?” Caelan looked to the door. “Should I close the door?”

“Please.”

Once he closed the door and settled into a chair next to hers, Beatrice let out a breath. “It is about Duncan.”

“I suspected so,” Caelan said.

“I am afraid he will not travel to North Uist. My family will not take well to the slight. Each time I bring it up, he remains silent.”