Page 36 of All In Good Time

“I beg to differ,” Edna said. “Ye were quite cute to me the first time I met you at the bridge.”

“Only the first time?” Angus looked hurt.

“Nae, me love. Every time.” Edna touched a finger to his nose.

Maggie loved Edna and Angus’ relationship. They had been married many years, but they still behaved as if their relationship was new and fresh. Edna was now firmly ensconced in Angus’ arms. “Go on, Auntie. I’ll clean up down here. Good night.”

Maggie watched them leave and then went to find Dylan. He was probably still in the kitchen. She walked through the darkened dining room to find him. As he folded his towel and placed it on the rack, Maggie could see that everything was sparkling clean. “I was coming to see if ye needed any help.”

“No. I’m all done. You ready to go back to the cottage?”

“I told Auntie I’d finish up down here, so I’ll be there in a bit.”

“I’ll help you,” Dylan said.

“You don’t have to. I can do it.”

“I know you can, but I want to. It’ll give me some extra alone time with you.” He playfully slapped her butt and headed out into the dining room.

They checked to make sure all the candles had been extinguished. Dylan had already set the tables for the next day. They went through the lobby and straightened the chairs, the newspapers and magazines.

“How’s everything with our time traveler?” Dylan asked.

“Not great, at the moment.”

“It must be driving Edna crazy that she can’t do her thing in this case.” Dylan went behind the over-sized mahogany desk piled high with papers and books. He straightened everything and made sure the filing drawer was locked.

“I’ll say. I found her staring into the fire. She’d been looking in on Sara and Logan. She’s up to something though.”

“Really? What?”

“She wouldn’t say, but mark my words, if she finds a way to affect their relationship for the better, she will.”

“I don’t doubt it. She’s a master in the matchmaking department. Look at us.” Dylan came out from behind the reception desk and Maggie sauntered into his arms.

“I love you,” she said. “I’m happy she matched us up.”

“I like to think we’d be together even if she hadn’t helped.”

“You could be right, but let’s not tell her.”

They put out the lights and made their way through the darkened dining room and kitchen, out the back door and to their cottage.

* * *

The glowof the moon on the water was so beautiful. Logan gazed up at it and wished Sara was sitting here with him enjoying it. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t seem to put her out of his mind. If only Aisla would confide in him. If he knew who the father of her babe was, he’d go find him, beat him soundly and drag him back. It angered him to think that whoever this man was, he’d taken advantage of Aisla’s sweet nature and then left her to fend for herself. He lied to her about coming back for her and at the very least, he deserved a good beating. This unknown man was having an effect on Aisla’s happiness and now on Sara’s and Logan’s.

There had to be a way for him to find this scoundrel. He’d been so swept up in loving Sara that he’d forgotten the reason he’d taken her into Robert’s office. He wanted to know what she’d found out. With this man’s name he could solve this whole dilemma, but that wasn’t what Aisla wanted and he had to respect her wishes, no matter that it meant the end of any hope he may have had to be with Sara.

He stood and slowly made his way back up to the path and then to the barracks. It was dark and everyone had retired for the night. He was the last one in. Being one of Breaghacraig’s captains, he had inherited Dougall’s private chamber when he’d wed Helene. He found he liked his privacy. It was good to get away from the others, to have a place to think and, tonight, a place to mourn the loss of the woman he loved.