'It needs to be done. It's your brother's home. He can pay you back.'
No, he couldn't. Court was taking in a much larger income now, but overhauling this manor would be costly. Still, Hugh was warming to this idea. For one thing, setting this place to rights—to order—had a definite appeal.
'And don't you think we'd be safe here, surrounded by all this land?' she asked.
Even safer than with the clan.If he could protect her here, provide her with something to occupy her, deaden his body with work, and be doing Court a favor, why not?
She gazed up at him. 'Can't we stay here? Please, Hugh?'
And so it's settled.
So he wouldn't look like the easy mark he was with her, he waited until he'd deposited her back in their closet room before saying, 'Aye, then. We'll do it. But only if you stay near the manor and do as I ask you—to keep you safe.' He gently clasped her chin. 'We canna let our guard down. Even here.'
'I promise.'
As he turned toward the door, he said, 'Call for me when you're dressed, and I'll come help you reclaim your boot.'
When she nodded happily, he strode outside. The morning fog had dissipated. As the sun rose higher, illuminating the front elevation of the house, he was better able to assess how much work would be required to make this place livable.
In the morning sun, refurbishing it lookedpossible .
Hugh believed he could do a lot of the work himself. Perhaps this wasn't such a daft idea. Yes, work like this could deaden a man's body and burn off a woman's energy. This place might just be his salvation—
Jane shrieked.
Not a heartbeat later, Hugh was sprinting for her.
Chapter Thirty-five
Jane hiked up her skirts and dashed out of the house, bent on nabbing the Peeping Tom she'd caught spying on her through a cracked windowpane.
She turned the corner and found Hugh steadying the peeper after he'd apparently run into him. The miscreant's hat flew off, revealing a spill of long black hair. A girl? Yes, dressed in a bulky hat and clothing. She was likely eighteen or so, short, with a strong build and incongruous freckles.
Jane pointed her finger. 'She was watching me dress.'
'I was no',' the girl lied.
'You most certainly were.' Jane was furious. She'd seen the peep's jaw drop and they'd met eyes—Jane had clearly caught her red-handed—then she'd hied away. Jane had sensed a presence for some time, but had thoughtHugh was watching her.
The girl had seen a show indeed.
'Why would I be looking at ye dress? I'm a girl, can you no' see?'
Provincial, she mouthed to Hugh, but he scowled at her. After steadying and releasing the girl, he asked, 'What are you doing here?'
'Been using the land, since no one else was.' She hiked a thumb over her shoulder toward the dilapidated stables. 'Those are my chicken coops beside the stable and my turnip patch in the back. My horse, too,' she said. Jane spied a swaybacked pony, pulling weeds with very long teeth in a broken down corral.Corralled? As if it was going anywhere. 'I'm yer neighbor of sorts, or as close as ye can get with this estate.'
'What's your name?'
'Mòrag MacLarty—stress on the Mac, if it pleases ye. Are ye kin to Master MacCarrick?'
'I'm his brother, Hugh MacCarrick. My wife and I are staying on for the fall. We plan to fix up the place.'
She nodded slowly. 'My brothers have the windows Master MacCarrick ordered last year stored in our barn. And they've got a fine share of lumber they'd likely be willing to sell before winter.'
'That's good news.'
'And ye could hire them to help around here. Six of them, all strong as oxen.' The girl gave Jane a once-over, then said in a pert tone, 'And ye'll be needing help with the housekeeping?'
That little peeping witch…
'Aye. Are you interested?'
Mòrag nodded, and named her price for daily cleaning, cooking, and laundry. He countered, and they settled.
Without consulting her, he'd just hired a maid. Jane knew how to run a house, and knew that hiring servants was firmly in the woman's sphere of the home.
Hugh added, 'But you'll need to ride over every day for at least two weeks. And I expect you to work as hard as we do.'
She snorted at Jane. 'Should no' be a problem.'
'Why, you saucy little—'
'Jane, a word with you.' As he grabbed Jane's elbow, he said, 'Mòrag, what are the odds that we'll have a hot meal tonight?'
'If ye can get the hearth flue cleared of the squirrels, ye can count on it.'
He nodded, then dragged Jane across the weed-clotted yard. Jane glanced back, just in time to see Mòrag stick her tongue out at her before turning toward the manor. 'I don't want her, Hugh. She's impudent.'
Hugh glared down at her. 'Why have you taken such a dislike to her? For watching you dress? She's probably never seen anything like your Parisian silks and laces. Andbelieve me when I tell you that anyone would have stopped and stared. She would have to be curious.'
Jane couldn't put a finger on why she bristled around the girl. Perhaps it was because Mòrag—or whatever her name was—clearly didn't like her. 'She stuck her tongue out at me,' she said lamely.
'The last owner to live here was a verra foolishEnglishman who was hard on all those around here. Keep that in mind.' When she remained unconvinced, he said, 'Once we get the inside habitable, the outside is going to keep me busy from sunup to sundown. Do you truly want to haul water and pluck chickens? Surely, you canna cook?'
Haul, pluck, cook.Not her favorite verbs, and not ones traditionally associated with Jane. Her idea of turning the house around by herself suddenly seemed very daunting and not quite as adventurous as she'd hoped. At that moment, they heard banging in the kitchen. The girl had found the cookware! Jane rolled her eyes at Hugh.
Hugh pressed his advantage, saying, 'She can buy us supplies in the village as well.'
Jane put her chin up. 'It might be nice to have someone around—but only to help me asI work.' She marched toward the manor, with Hugh following her. Inside, Jane made her manner brisk. 'What can I do?' she asked the girl.
'I'm thinkin' no' much, by the look of ye.'
Jane gave Hugh a meaningful look, but he just squeezed her shoulder. 'Is there a ladder anywhere around here?' he asked the girl.
'In the stable, just behind my saddle and gear.'
Taking Jane aside, he said, 'You stay right in here. I'll be back directly,' then set off for the stables.
While Hugh was gone, Jane attempted to help the girl—who, she admitted, got thingsdone —but Jane was under the impression that she only got in the way of Mòrag's cleaning. Her first clue was when Mòrag snapped, 'Git yer scrawny arse out o' my way, English.'
The squirrels sensed something was afoot with their chimney community, and began chattering their fury.
When Hugh returned with firewood and a damp blanket, Jane frowned. 'You're not going to start a fire directly under them? There could be baby squirrels or injured ones or older ones—'
