The Scot and I (31 page)

None of this would have happened if Demos had never been born. Her own guilt weighed heavily. She could stop it. No. She would stop it. She couldn’t involve Alex. He was in enough trouble as it was. This was something she had to do by herself.

“Careful,” Alex said when she stumbled.

The earthen floor was littered with debris: wooden kegs, stone bottles, broken glass and pottery, and a plethora of chamber pots.

“Chamber pots?” she said, surprised into laughing.

“I’m assuming,” replied Alex, “that our smugglers had to hide out for long hours when the excise men came calling. Those were the only facilities that were to hand.”

Mahri wondered who had the job of emptying them but refrained from voicing the thought, not because it was indelicate but because something else had occurred to her.

“I don’t hear Macduff,” she said.

They both stopped and listened. The dog had been jogging ahead of them, sniffing at various objects of interest in its path. All they heard now was silence. They turned to look back the way they had come.

“I would have known if he had brushed by me,” Mahri said. “He must still be ahead of us.”

Alex wasn’t worried about the dog. Macduff could take care of himself.

He set the lantern on the floor and took a step toward Mahri. Chuckling, he said, “If this doesn’t bring Macduff to us, nothing will.” He put his hands on her shoulders. They were both smiling when their lips brushed.

Mahri lifted her head. “Macduff?” she called. “Here, boy.”

No response.

Alex said, “Let’s give him something to worry about. Now, kiss me as if you really mean it.”

He brought his lips to hers in a long, openmouthed kiss. When he raised his head, she licked her lips. “I love the taste and scent of you,” she said.

Her careless words changed a lighthearted flirtation into something quite different. “I’m
starved
for the taste and scent of you.”

He unbuttoned the bodice of her dress and yanked it down to her waist. Her small, firm breasts were made for his palm, made for his mouth. He teased and laved the pebble-hard nipples with lips and teeth till the need inside him was more pain than pleasure.

His weight carried her back against the wall; his hands slid around her waist then dropped lower to cup the soft swell of her bottom. Her little trilling cries made him desperate for more. When he lifted her into his hard groin and ground himself into her, she arched her neck and bit back a moan.

The blood was thundering in her ears. Heat raced along her skin. Was this the fire the gypsy foretold? The gypsy was wrong. It was stealing her breath, burning her lungs, consuming her.

He raised his head and spoke against her lips. “You see? Everything is easy. I don’t know why you have to make things difficult.”

He was dragging her skirts up, positioning her for the hard thrust he was sure she was as eager to receive as he was to give, when she splayed her hands against his shoulders and shoved him away.

He was stunned.

She felt as though she’d been shaken awake by a douse of cold water. Everything wasn’t as easy as he seemed to think. It was chaos, a labyrinth, and she had to find a way out for both their sakes.

She held him at bay with one hand against his chest. “Now you listen to me,” she finally managed. “I won’t be seduced into betraying my comrades, so don’t even try—”

He lashed out with his fist, smashing the wall behind her, making her jump. He was shocked at his violence, but he couldn’t seem to stop himself. “Is that what you think of me?” he demanded angrily. “That I would stoop to that level?”

“You’re a secret service agent. I was a member of Demos. What else should I think?”

“That’s not what you thought at the hotel.” His eyes narrowed on her face. “What is going on in that devious mind of yours?”

She couldn’t look him straight in the eye, so she focused on adjusting her dress. He was right about the nights they had spent in the hotel, but she was right, too. The magic couldn’t last in the real world of spies and traitors. One thing she never doubted: Alex was good at his job. He picked up clues the way a magnet picked up steel pins. His brain was a filter. Once his name was cleared, he would go after Demos like a hound on the scent of the hare.

It was frightening how much she wanted to confide in him, be held by him. She cleared her throat. “You know as well as I,” she said, “that the nights we spent in the hotel were an interlude, something divorced from reality. Now we’re back to reality. We’re on the opposite sides. We can’t get around that.”

She could see the violence flaring in him again.

“Opposite sides?” he said savagely. “Are you deaf and blind? I’m in love with you. I’m on your side.”

Her heart stuttered then righted itself. “You say that now, but what will you say when you have Demos in the palm of your hand?”

He said wearily, “You’ve made your point, quite eloquently, in fact.” He picked up the lantern. “The point of bringing you here was to show you another way out in case the soldiers come looking for us. So let’s keep to the real point, shall we?”

He stalked ahead of her. She had to pick up her feet to keep up with him. She was, by turns, angry and teary. Doing the right thing shouldn’t make her feel like this.

They came to the end of the corridor and turned a corner.

“I thought as much,” said Alex.

“What is it?”

“Macduff is up to his old tricks. See?” He pointed to a hole in the dirt floor where a mound of earth lay against the stone wall. “He has dug under the wall so that he can come and go as he pleases.”

She wasn’t terribly interested in Macduff. She’d been in an enclosed space long enough. “Yes, Alex, but how do we get out of here?”

“We use the door, of course.”

He went down on his haunches and used his shoulder to push against what turned out to be a loose section of the wall. Stone grated against stone. The rock he was pushing against gave way and fresh air rushed in.

Mahri was astonished. “It’s not much of a door, is it?”

“It wasn’t meant for ladies, but for smugglers. Come on. And duck your head.”

She ducked her head and crawled after him. For a moment or two, she was blinded by the intense rays of the sun. When her eyes became accustomed to the light, she saw that the opening they’d come through was in the base of the stone cairn.

She got to her feet and walked slowly around the cairn. It reminded her of the towering cairns on the slopes of the Balmoral estate, only this one was smaller.

“Not much cover here,” she said, looking down toward the valley of the Feugh.

“All the better to see your enemies,” Alex replied.

After heaving the stone back to conceal the exit, he got up and shielded his eyes against the sun. “So that’s why Macduff deserted us,” he said and pointed. “Gavin has come home.” The look he gave Mahri was level and steady. “Seems like you’ve lost your appeal, Mahri.”

She was left to chew on his words as he bounded down the slope toward a buggy that, she now saw, was making for the house. Trotting beside it was Macduff.

 

 

Let me see if I’ve got this straight,” said Alex. “You sent a telegram to Whitehall, but it didn’t reach Durward till yesterday, and by then he had already arrived in Ballater?”

“That about sums it up.” Gavin watched Alex as he began to pace. “They rerouted the telegram to him, and he lost no time in coming to see me.”

They were in the small library on the main floor, having enjoyed a scrumptious dinner laid on by Calley, whose culinary skills had been learned in the famous gentlemen’s clubs of London. Alex was nursing an after-dinner whiskey, while Gavin sipped what he called “Pannanich tea” from a pewter mug.

“Tell me again,” said Alex, “what you learned from Durward.”

Gavin gave a hoot. “Very little. He is so closemouthed that I found myself rambling on about trivialities just to fill the silence.”

From the room upstairs came the sound of feminine laugher. Gavin gave a sheepish grin. “Juliet,” he said, “is no doubt having a laugh at my expense. There was this nurse, you see . . . Well, suffice it to say that she took a shine to me. It was embarrassing. There is nothing like an amorous nurse to help a patient recover in double-quick time. I couldn’t wait to get away.”

Alex stopped pacing and raised an amused brow. “What in hell’s name do women see in you, Gavin?”

Gavin grinned. “I have never met a woman I did not like. They know it and respond accordingly.”

“Why flee from the nurse, then?”

Gavin took a sip of tea. “She got the wrong idea about me. I can’t possibly marry every woman who takes my fancy. It’s illegal.”

Alex shook his head and sat down on the chair facing Gavin. His nose wrinkled. “Your dog is in here somewhere,” he said. “I can smell him.”

A white woolly head poked from under a sideboard and showed Alex his teeth.

“It’s all right, Macduff,” Gavin said, “Alex is joking. He knows you’ve had your bath.”

The woolly head disappeared.

Alex said, “I wonder about that dog sometimes. It’s as though he understands English.”

“Yes, well, I’ve been teaching him a few words, you know,
sit
,
stay
, that sort of thing. He’s a quick study.”

Alex sat back in his chair and stretched out his long legs, crossing them at the ankles. As he sipped his whiskey, he took stock of his brother. He seemed fully recovered, a circumstance Gavin attributed more to the Pannanich water that Juliet had forced him to drink every day than to the pokings and proddings of the eminent doctor who had him under his care. The Pannanich water, however, was all but gone, and Gavin had insisted that they get a fresh supply, even if he had to go to the witch himself. That was where Dugald was, at Pannanich Wells, not only to get more water but to look over the lie of the land.

“To get back to Durward,” Alex said. “He knows about our arrest and escape from the castle?”

“Oh, yes. Foster has done his job well. Now Durward wants to hear your side of the story.”

“And how were things left?”

“I told him that you’d send a telegram saying when and where you would be willing to meet him. He’s putting up at the barracks in Ballater, by the way. So this morning, before boarding the train, I sent him a telegram in your name, advising the commander that you would meet him tomorrow in the lobby of the Huntly Arms after the train from Aberdeen gets in.”

“So, he thinks I’m in Aberdeen?”

“He does.”

Alex took a moment to think things through. “Didn’t it occur to you that if Durward didn’t trust us, he could have had you clapped in irons and marched to the nearest tollbooth?”

“I thought about it, but you’re a bigger catch than I am, so I was betting that he’d hold off until he had you in his sights, and I wasn’t going to lead him to you if I could help it.”

“That’s why you left Aberdeen right after you’d sent him the telegram?”

“I thought it was a brilliant idea. This way, you get to call the shots.”

“Perhaps Durward was one step ahead of you.”

Gavin shook his head. “No one followed us, if that’s what you mean. There were no policemen hanging around stations. We split up. Juliet and I traveled first class and Dugald went third. As I told you, Mrs. Cardno was persuaded to stay on with friends in Aberdeen. Juliet thought it best. If anything went wrong, she didn’t want her mother involved.”

Another burst of laughter came from upstairs. “So what’s happening with the fair Mahri?” Gavin asked. “She seems happy enough.”

Alex got up. “Her name is Mahri Scot, or Scott with two
t
’s. Does that name mean anything to you?”

“There are hundreds of Scots in this neck of the woods.”

“Her grandparents had a house near Gairnshiel.”

“Where in hell’s name is Gairnshiel?”

“On the other side of Ballater, I think. Mahri said that her grandfather once traveled to Braemar to watch Dugald participate in the games.”

Gavin shook his head. “I’ve heard of Gairnshiel, but I can’t for the life of me place it. You think that that’s where her friends are hiding out?”

“Are they her friends?” When Gavin cocked his head and looked up at his brother, Alex said, “I’m not sure what’s going on, and that’s the truth. I’m going for a walk. Care to come with me?”

“Thank you, no. I’ve had enough excitement for one day. I’ll just choose a book and toddle off to bed.”

After Alex left, Gavin drummed his fingers on the armrest and stared into space. He was pulled from his thoughts when Macduff whined and put a paw on his knee.

He scratched behind Macduff’s ears. “I’m not sad,” he said. “It’s just that I have a lot to think about.”

Macduff lowered his chin on his master’s knees and stared up at him with soulful eyes.

“Mahri,” said Gavin, returning Macduff’s stare. “She’s in trouble up to her neck, and it’s up to us to keep a watchful eye on her.”

Macduff thumped his tail on the floor.

 

 

He felt like a bloody idiot. This was Alex’s thought as he undressed for bed. He tossed one boot over the footboard, then the other. He’d gone to her room after everyone was asleep, hoping to straighten everything out between them. He’d half expected a locked door. What he’d found barring his entrance was seventy pounds of quivering, ferocious dog. He couldn’t understand it. He and Macduff had been friends at one time.

Bloody dog!

He was seething with resentment. Didn’t she know that she could be hanged as a traitor? Didn’t she understand that his one aim was to protect her, not only from her own people but from his as well? What really rankled was that while she’d put the members of her cell before him, she was and would always come first with him.

How had he ever allowed a woman to gain such power over him?