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“Aye, ye were all that, until ye ran off to that convent.” Angus let out a gusty sigh. “And a very bad business that was.”
Logan jabbed his grandfather in the shoulder. “It’s time for Joseph to change for dinner, isn’t it?”
“Oh, aye, I’ll attend to that,” Angus said. “Come along, laddie.”
“You’ll be here for dinner?” Joseph asked Donella as he took his grandfather’s hand.
She smiled at the boy. “Indeed I will.”
“The Flower of Clan Graham restored to her rightful place and come to stay with the Kendricks,” Angus said, giving Logan a broad wink. “I hope ye realize how lucky ye are, lad. How lucky weallare to have such a lady with us.”
Logan didn’t know whether to laugh or scowl at his grandfather’s lack of subtlety.
Donella looked appalled.
“Ye have a nice chat, now,” said Angus as he backed out the door with Joseph in tow. “I’ll make sure no one disturbs ye.”
“Good God,” Logan muttered.
Donella switched her ire to him. “Is your grandfather suggesting what I think he’s suggesting?”
He held up his hands. “Don’t look at me. I didn’t even know you were coming.”
“Because I won’t have it. We all went through a great deal of trouble to squash any rumors, as you will recall.”
“My grandfather is always stirring up mischief. Just ignore him.”
“He’s not the only one I’ll have to ignore.” She sat down on the settee, her back as straight as a poker.
“What does that mean?”
She grimaced, as if she’d revealed something inappropriate. “Nothing, and would you please sit down? I’d rather not stare up at you. I’ll get a crick in my neck.”
Logan bit back a smile. He’d missed her little scolds.
He took the wing chair across from her, stretching out his legs so his boots were mere inches from her daintily shod feet. She’d abandoned her gruesomely unflattering garb in favor of a moss green, kerseymere gown that skimmed her elegant figure and flattered her vibrant coloring. Her auburn curls, shiny and sleek, were restrained by a gold bandeau. Donella would always be considered a lovely young woman, but now, so stylishly dressed, she was a stunner.
“From your cryptic comments, I take it your family wasn’t keen on your plan to hike off to Galway.”
“You’d have thought I’d suggested an expedition to the Amazonian wilderness,” she said, disgusted.
“Well, Galway’s not exactly the most thrilling spot on earth.”
“But it’s where I might be able to join a convent again.”
“So, Lord Riddick thinks a bit of holiday merrymaking in jolly old Glasgow will change your mind? Seems a bit far-fetched.”
She let out a reluctant laugh. “Not as far-fetched as me planning all the holiday parties for Eden. I haven’t a clue how to go about it.”
“Yes, party planning doesn’t seem quite in your line.”
“That’s what I’ve been trying to tell everyone, but they won’t listen.”
“Families generally don’t. But is that it? You help Edie and Alec throw their insanely extravagant holiday parties and then hang about Glasgow for a spell? You’ll be bored out of your skull in no time.”
“My uncle insisted I give it six months before I make any permanent decisions about my life. Oh, I forgot. I’m supposed to have fun, too,” she finished.
Logan could think of several ways to show her how to have fun—none of them appropriate.
