“Gavin, I would have a word with ye when yer finished with yer breakfast.” Katie took an apple and cut it into slices and added cheese to her plate. Then she slathered honey on warm bread and realized she was hungrier than normal this morn. She grinned. ’Twas most likely all the activity in Evan’s bed the night before.
“Aye, Katie. What do ye want?” Gavin slid into the spot next to her on the bench. “I need to hurry. Evan is going to give me another lesson in hunting.”
So her husband had time to give Gavin hunting lessons but no time to listen to her? “This willnae take much time. I just wanted ye to ken that we are all leaving for the laird’s keep in Argyll in two days.” She hoped the lad would not have a problem with that, since they’d just arrived in Fife a few weeks ago.
“Aye. Evan told me to be ready. He even said I can bring one of the puppies with me.”
At a loss for words, since her husband had apparently also taken over responsibility for her brother, all she could think to say was, “Is that so?”
Gavin hopped up. “Aye. Can I go now?” Before even waiting for her answer, he raced out the door, Alasdair right behind him.
Once more, Katie was left staring at a closed door, her mouth agape. Botheration. Men were annoying no matter the age. She popped a piece of apple into her mouth and chomped down as she continued to glare at the closed door.
…
Evan spent the day organizing, moving families, going through papers and other ledger books, and gathering together items to take with him and those that needed to stay at the castle. He then held a lengthy meeting with Ian MacDuff to go over the books and help him set up a method to handle rents, expenses, and a report to Evan once a month. The man was very bright, and Evan was happy in his choice of land steward.
As Evan went over items in his mind he still needed to do, he stood at the library window, watching Gavin running with a group of other lads, apparently playing some sort of game that Gavin led. They all waved wooden swords and called to Gavin for advice. The change in the lad since his arrival was remarkable, and Evan was certain the lad would turn into a fine mon one day.
“Evan, while ye were giving Gavin his lessons, I checked the village like ye asked me to do, and there is no sign of Lord Armstrong about.” Alasdair’s comments helped ease Evan’s worries a bit. Although he didn’t think Armstrong would give up so easily, he might have decided to ride to Cupar to seek the assistance of the general magistrate.
“Good to hear that, brother. Be sure to continue keeping an eye on Gavin. I dinnae think for one minute the mon has given up on the lad.” He glanced out the window and noticed the group of lads had disappeared. “Where is he now?”
“In the kitchen with a few of the lads, most likely snatching a meat pie. The lad really has an appetite. Mrs. MacDuff kens enough to keep an eye out for him.” Alasdair settled into the chair in front of Evan’s desk. “How are things going with yer new wife?”
“Fine.” Evan gathered unnecessary papers and tossed them into the fireplace behind him. The small fire that burned there grew higher as the documents caught the flames, sending a burst of warmth to his back and sparks flying up the chimney. He continued to shuffle papers, close books, and place them into drawers. He had too much on his mind and too much to do to be playing games with his brother.
“Are ye sure?”
Something about Alasdair’s tone made Evan stop and study the mon. “Are ye trying to say something to me, or are ye just here to waste my time?”
His brother leaned back in his chair, his arms crossed. “Nay. I’m just curious as to why yer new wife, who should be smiling brightly after her wedding night, has been stomping around the place all morning, growling at everyone.” He shook his head. “Not well done, brother. If yer having a problem keeping the lass satisfied, I will be happy to step in and—”
Within seconds, Evan was on top of his brother, the chair flying to the floor, his hands around his neck. “Dinnae even suggest such a thing if ye value yer sorry arse.”
Instead of fear, the fool burst into laughter, making Evan want to knock him senseless. “Maybe ye should take some of that fury and put it to good use,” Alasdair said between gulps of air.
Evan shoved his brother away and stood, pulling on his shirt cuffs. “I have no problem pleasing my wife, and there isnae anything wrong with her. She’s busy, as I am, and probably dinnae have time for yer silly jokes. If my wife has a problem, she kens to come to me with it.”
Alasdair climbed to his feet and continued to grin. “While yer making all yer plans, ye might check on Katie.”
When did his playful younger brother grow so tall and become such a man? Evan didn’t ken when Alasdair had gone from being a troublesome lad to someone Evan relied heavily on. Suddenly, he felt verra old.
Alasdair grew serious and placed his hand on Evan’s shoulder. “It might do you well to go see the lass. Women need a bit more care than yer horse, ye ken.” With those words and a wink, he left the library.
Evan frowned. Katie was growling at people and stomping about? She had been fine when he left her earlier that morning. He shrugged. Either Alasdair was taunting him or whatever was the problem, he would most likely only make it worse if he sought her out. Instead, he would begin packing for the trip
