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“It’s smart,” I said, tapping my fingers against my leg. “And you’re lucky I didn’t know what dress to bring for the wedding and brought four.”
“Yes. I really do need to work on my communication, don’t I?”
“Mhmm. It’s lacking. Severely.”
“Understood.” He paused. “You don’t mind, do you?”
“Mind what? Going for dinner, or you not telling me anything, ever?”
He pressed his lips together and slowly nodded. “That’s fair.”
“Don’t mind the first, bit of an issue with the second.”
“Yep. That’s what I expected you to say.”
I leant back in my seat, laughing quietly. “It’s not the end of the world. A surprise dinner date isn’t as bad as finding out your grandparents are the Duke and Duchess of Glenroch.”
“I realise that,” he said, pulling up at a red light and glancing at me. “You’re taking it all rather well.”
Well, kinda used to the titles thing, to be honest.
“I’m relatively easy-going.” I scratched behind my ear. “Besides, it’s only a few days. There’s not a lot that can go wrong, is there?”
“You’ve said that, now. You’ve cursed it.”
“No, it’ll be fine. Where are we going for dinner?”
He looked surprised I’d asked. “There’s this great family-run place in Duncree—somewhere between a Michelin-starred place and a country pub.”
“What on Earth kind of description is that?”
“I don’t know. That’s what the owners always tell you.” He drew in a deep breath. “Oh, okay, so in the interest of communication…”
“What else don’t I know? You don’t have a secret lovechild somewhere up here, do you?”
“If I do, it’s a secret to me, too,” he quipped. “My grandfather holds a few titles.” Each word was said slowly and carefully.
I sighed. “Which one do you use?”
“How do you know that?”
“Know what?”
“That I use a courtesy title from my grandfather.”
I didn’t.
It was a lucky guess.
Not all grandsons did.
I waved a hand. “Just assume that, at this point, I already know everything you’re going to tell me.”
He shook his head, slowly releasing a breath. “Viscount Kinkirk. A lot of the older people in Duncree are descended from the clan the first duke was chief of, and they’re very proud of it. They respect my grandfather a lot, and because of that, they always address me properly.”
“I thought you said they wouldn’t like a mostly English duke.”
“I’m not the duke, though. I’m just borrowing Grandpa’s Viscount title, even though grandchildren don’t always have one.” He glanced at me. “So when they start calling me Lord Kinkirk, don’t freak out.”
