Page 30 of All In Good Time

“Do they have visitors often?” she casually asked.

“Nae. The last time was a few months ago and then a few months before that.” He didn’t seem at all suspicious of her questions.

Sara didn’t want to sound like she was fishing for information, but she had to find out who it was who had been here. “Do you know who the nobleman was who visited this last time?”

“Aye. Rory Mackall. Why do ye ask?”

“Just curious. It must be interesting getting to meet so many important people.”

“Aye. ’Tis. Although they rarely have much to say to me,” he chuckled.

Sara laughed. “They’d be fascinated if they took the time to hear some of your stories.”

He appeared doubtful.

“They would. I mean it.” She really needed to stop complimenting him. Sara had somehow managed to get herself cornered with her back to the wall and Hamish between her and the rest of the room. He ran a finger along her cheek.

“Ye’ve verra soft skin, Sara.”

She couldn’t will herself to melt into the wall, so she tried to deflect his attention with inane conversation.

“I’ve been moisturizing for years. Nothing like a good moisturizer to make your skin soft.”

His gaze went from heated to questioning. “What is moisturizer?”

She explained to him in very technical terms exactly what moisturizer was, knowing that he had no idea what she was speaking of.

“Yer talk of moisturizers is verra interesting, but there are other things I’m more interested in.”

“Hamish!” Logan appeared behind him.

“Sir!” Hamish stood up tall and turned to face him. “I’d like to dance with this lass if ye dinnae mind.”

“What?”

“Ye heard me. Now, if ye’ll move away from her,” Logan said.

“’Tisnae fair. Ye already have a lass.” Hamish seemed quite disappointed at Logan’s appearance.

“She’s gone home now and I have something I must discuss with Sara.”

Hamish stepped aside as Logan took Sara’s hand in his and led her away.

“Ye have an early day ahead of ye tomorrow. Ye should get yerself to the barracks for a good night’s sleep,” Logan called over his shoulder.

Sara was relieved and annoyed at the same time. Relieved that Hamish hadn’t been able to go any further with what was on his mind and annoyed that Logan would assume that she needed to be rescued.

“I didn’t need to be rescued you know,” she snapped.

“I wasnae rescuing ye. I need to speak with ye as I’ve said.” He sounded a bit testy to Sara’s ear.

“You don’t have to tell me anything. I already know. I figured it out all by myself.” She was pretty proud of herself.

He stopped and turned to face her. “Did ye?”

“Mmhmm… I saw you with Aisla and she told me about her circumstance. I just put two and two together and got that you’re marrying her out of a sense of duty to your friend.”

Logan tried to interrupt her, but she wasn’t having it.