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CHAPTERNINETEEN
The sun felt softon Jonan's skin that morning, but his heart was already out the door.
Amelia.
He had given in to his desires the night before.
When he recalled how the night had ended, his smile faded. She had said nothing on the way back, it was confusing.
I shall ask her. So he rose and headed for her chamber.
He knocked softly. Though he was haunted by the events of the previous night, he was not angry with her;only looking for answers.
So he knocked once more.
"Amelia," he called, but received no response.
I should be able to enter, nae? He tried to open the door. It did not budge. She was not in her room.
“Where could she have gone to so early in the morn?” The kitchen.
“Good mornin’, milaird,” a number of maids and other staff greeted the Laird McKay as he made his way past them.
“A good mornin’ onto ye all,” Jonan replied. “Where is the Lady McKay?”
“In the kitchen, milaird.”
As I thought. Jonan strode into the kitchen and barged in, hoping to startle Amelia before asking her the question that had been bothering him since the morning.
Did ye hate the kiss?
“Where is me wife?” he inquired.
“She left only a moment ago, milaird.”
“Where did she head off to?”
“To gather vegetables, milaird.”
“Alone?” he worried.
“Nae, milaird. With Mae and Rayuk.”
He was certain she'd return to the keep soon. So he decided to head back to his chambers, take a bath and dress for the day.
“Milaird, one of the horses is ill,” one of the stable boys found him at the foot of the stairs.
“Take me there.”
“Milaird.” A maid hurried to him. “Breakfast is served.”
“Has the Lady returned to the keep?” he asked amidst the flurry.
“Nae, milaird.”
“I shall have breakfast with me wife. Send a boy to fetch me when she returns,” he instructed before he left with the stable boy.
The ill horse was his father’s old steed. “What worries ye?” Jonan asked gently as he approached it. It neighed, agitated, in response. But it calmed down when he raised his hand to its face. The horse rubbed its nose against Jonan's hand as he continued to pat it.
