He rubbed his face. “Anyway, we’ve basically reached a compromise—we’re giving it a three-year trial. Kettlesheer Gold. He’s going to have his distillery in the stables, but I’m going to run it and get some specialists in, so it actually makes a profit. I’m looking into grants. And insurance.”
“Wow. That’s brilliant news,” I said, delighted for Duncan as much as for Robert. “So you’re moving up there?”
“Not yet.” Robert looked for somewhere to put his cup down, and settled on a gramophone. “I’ve got things in London that I don’t want to give up yet.” He looked at me, his dark eyes searching mine. “It’s not going to be straightforward, working with Dad, but I think keeping a little bit of space is important. I don’t want us to fall out and ruin everything.”
I smiled. “You’ve changed your tune.”
“Well …” He looked away, slightly embarrassed. “Hindsight’s a wonderful thing, but I think I’d just got too close to it all. Looking at it through your eyes made me realize, yeah, I’m pretty lucky.” He reached into his pocket. “I’ve got a present for you.”
Robert leaned over and handed me a small tissue-wrapped parcel, tied up with a tartan ribbon. “Sorry about the packaging,” he added. “Bit twee, but Mum’s already started looking into packaging for Kettlesheer Gold.”
“Family business, eh?” I said, unwinding the tissue paper. I didn’t mention Catriona. I wanted this to be our moment.
Something heavy and silver dropped out of the tissue into my palm, about the size of a drumstick with a decorative end to it, topped with a solid thistle.
“Wow, thanks!” I said. I had absolutely no idea what it was.
I looked up. Robert was watching me with a grin.
“Go on,” he said. “Pretend you know what it is.”
“Of course I know what it is. It’s a … reeling aid?”
He swung himself up from the chaise longue and held out his hand for the silver stick. “It’s a porridge spurtle,” he said, waggling it around an invisible pan. “For stirring porridge. I found it among Violet’s belongings—it was a subscription wedding present from the tenants on the Kettlesheer farms. She kept it in the original box, with the note. I thought since you were so good at stirring us into action, it was an appropriate thank-you present.” He handed it back, his eyebrow raised. “And, of course, I know how much you like sentimental knickknacks.”
“But I didn’t do anything!” I protested, touched and thrilled to have a tangible memento of a woman I now felt I knew better than my own great-granny. I might even start eating porridge for breakfast.
“You did. You made us look at stuff we’d been doing our best to ignore for years. And I don’t just mean the dining table.”
“Oh, come on. You had to tell your dad you don’t like carrot schnapps at some point,” I teased.
“No. Not that.” Robert glanced down, then up at me, and I flinched at the direct honesty in his eyes. “Catriona and I have decided to go our separate ways.”
“Oh,” I said faintly. “I thought … at the ball … the announcement?” Was that what I’d seen, when Robert had led her away? Was that not
Will you marry me?
—but instead
Good-bye
?
He looked at me as if he were reading my mind. “Oh, you missed that. Managed to turn it into her taking over from Janet next year. Bit hairy—Janet had already called for hush—but I think we managed to cover things over. Until afterward.” He rubbed his head ruefully, as if massaging away a tension headache. “The ball really brought home to me that there are more important things in a relationship than finding a good managing director.”
There was a momentary awkward silence.
“I’m sorry.” I wasn’t sure what the correct reaction was, but inside I was flipping about with joy. I hoped my face was more sympathetic.
“Don’t be too sorry,” he said. “We parted friends—maybe that was the problem. Did you know Cat and her sister have already set up some kind of dating agency for luckless Border farmers?”
“I did, actually, yes. She’s sent Alice her business card about organizing her and Fraser’s ‘wedding experience.’ She can get owls to drop the rings at the altar, apparently.”
“Well, there you go.” He managed a small smile. “She’s already dating some point-to-point champion from Berwick. Strong thighs. Drives an Aston Martin. Totally her type.”
“And are you …” I began at the same time he said, “I was wondering …”
“No, go on.” I nodded encouragingly, twisting the spurtle round and round in my fingers.
“I was wondering,” said Robert with a faint hesitation, “now you’re such an impeccable reeler, if you’d like to go to another ball with me? There’s one in London, in May. White tie, tiaras, your usual requirements for a night out. Fraser was talking about taking a party, and—”
“I’d love to,” I said at once. “Any excuse for formal wear. I mean, not that you have to wear formal wear, it’s just that you look so amazing in tails and …”
Shut up, Evie.
“That would be lovely,” I finished. “May it is.”
“Ah, well, May’s a while off. I thought you might consider a few practice evenings. Informal dress is fine.”
Robert reached out and took the silver spurtle from me, laying it gently on the desk. The bubbling sensation in my chest went into slow motion as I watched him take my hands in his, as he had done in the ballroom. Only this time, he held them as if I were some precious porcelain
objet
, not as if he were about to hurl me across the room backward.
“I’ll try to make sure Alice doesn’t cut in,” I said, tingling at the warmth of his fingers interlacing with mine.
Robert half-smiled. “Ideally, I’d like you to be my partner for the whole evening. If you don’t mind?”
I gazed up into his huge brown eyes. I didn’t think I’d ever get bored of looking into them. They didn’t even need adorning with a top hat, or repositioning in the Napoleonic Wars. They were … perfect as they were.
“I’ll clear my dance card,” I said.
“Good,” he said softly, and leaned forward.
I met him halfway, breathing in his familiar, intoxicating smell, feeling his warm lips brushing against mine as his hair tickled my face. There was no rush this time, no panic to imprint every stolen moment into my memory. This was real. This was actually happening to me.
Behind us the bell rang above the door, and I thought I heard Max come in, but I didn’t really care. I wasn’t taking any lectures about what was valuable from anyone. Not today.
Evie Nicholson, an assistant antiques dealer in London, has a fascination with what others might consider “old junk.” When her sister, Alice, offers Evie the chance to value items in her friend’s family castle in the Scottish Borders, it’s the opportunity of a lifetime.
Kettlesheer Castle appears to hold many wonders—none more intriguing to Evie than the castle’s attractive young heir, Robert McAndrew. But when she discovers the late Violet McAndrew’s notebooks, Evie uncovers a scandal that could financially ruin the McAndrew family. On top of this upsetting discovery, Evie is forced to take her sister’s place in the McAndrews’ annual Scottish Reeling Ball, learn a complicated dance routine, and sort through her feelings for Robert—all in the course of two days.
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