Amethyst (59 page)
"I don't care about that, but it's all
he
cares about, which is why this should work." Caithren turned around to think. "I must go to Adam." She spun back to her cousin. "My letters never seem to reach him, and he may be off to India soon."
"India?" Cameron frowned. "Do you know where he is now?"
"A letter came just yesterday." She hurried to the desk and pulled out a sheet of parchment. "He mailed it the first of August, from Chichester." She scanned the single page. "He said he was in the company of two friends on their way to West Riding near Pontefract, where Lord Scarborough had invited them hunting. Then to London for Lord Darnley's wedding on the thirtieth. And he hopes to make it home for Hogmanay, but there's talk of a voyage to India." She looked up. "He should still be at Scarborough's. Pontefract is about halfway to London, isn't? Not so far."
"I'll go."
"Nay, Cam. I must ask this of Adam myself."
"You don't trust me to ask him to sign a piece of paper?"
Caithren winced at the hurt look on her cousin's face. "It wouldn't be the same request, coming from you." Setting the letter aside, she put a hand on his arm. "I do love him, you know, but I also see him for what he is."
Cam's hand covered hers and squeezed. "Then I'll accompany you—"
"Nay, it's here you're needed. The harvest approaches." She raised a palm to stem his next protest. "You may see me to Edinburgh and put me on the public coach, but then it's back to Leslie where you belong. I can deal with Adam."
"I don't like to think of you traveling alone."
The thought of a solo journey did make a wee tingle of fear flutter in her stomach. But she pushed it away. "We can hire a chaperone in Edinburgh. You may choose her personally, if that will make you feel better."
When Cam's shoulders slumped, she sensed her victory. He took her chin in one hand and tilted her face up. "There's no arguing with you, is there, sweet Cait?"
"Nay, and there never was." She rose to her toes to kiss him on the cheek. "I'm thinking it's about time you learnt it, cousin."
He gave a wry shake of his head, followed by a speculative smile. "Do you know, I reckon you may be right."
"Aye?"
"There may be no man willing to take you to bride, you stubborn lass."
"Crivvens! Be off with you!" She swatted at him playfully. "You know what Mam used to say."
"I cannot wait to hear this one."
"Ha freens and ha life."
"Good friends make a full life," Cameron murmured.
She locked her gaze on his. All she had left to love were Cameron and Leslie.
She would not lose either.
"You're a fine friend, Cam. The best. Leslie will fare well in our hands."
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