Interest lit her eyes but was just as quickly shut out by mistrust. “Thank you, but I’m okay.”
I kept my expression neutral, my tone relaxed. “Well, you know we could train in your studio between your classes. It’ll be fun.”
She scowled ferociously.
I was losing her.
“Eredine …” I leaned forward. “Let me help you take that space back. We’ll make it yours again in no time.”
There was that flicker of fire in her eyes again. Her chin jutted stubbornly—she reminded me of me. “The studio is my space. I don’t need to take it back.”
“You heard her.” Adair’s tone had a slight bite to it. It was then I recognized his expression. He looked at Eredine much the same way he did Arrochar. Like a sister. My curiosity pricked. How had they come into each other’s lives?
“If Eredine won’t train with you, I certainly will,” Lucy said.
All three of us looked at her in surprise. “You want to learn MMA?”
“Sure. I’m taking a year out from working after an exhaustive eight years of nonstop filming, and Ardnoch is my favorite place.” She smiled sweetly. “I’m going to be here, so why not? It might come in handy for future roles. I could play a badass with authenticity. And what’s more authentic than a real-life badass female cop teaching me how to defend myself?”
Something told me Lucy only offered to train with me in an effort to convince Eredine too.
In that moment, I decided I liked Lucy Wainwright. A lot. And not just because she’d called me a badass. Though I loved the sound of it.
“Maybe Ery would be kind enough to let us use the studio when her classes are out?”
Eredine, for her part, looked thrown by Lucy’s decision to train with a complete stranger. “Well … it’s not technically my studio.” She glanced up at Adair.
“It is your studio. Your decision.”
“Then it’s okay with me.”
“You should stick around to watch.” Lucy grinned at her. “I’d like you there.”
I kept my smile to myself when Eredine silently agreed.
* * *
Leaving Lucy to look after Eredine, I followed Adair. I’d collected my camera from Jock who left to greet the police. Knowing the cops would probably take umbrage to a “civilian” nosing around, Lachlan and I made sure we’d left the studio before they showed.
After I’d brandished the key card that opened the desk in Mac’s office, Adair reluctantly led me back to the castle. We walked the entire way in silence, both of us lost in our thoughts.
I’d had to retrieve the key card from Mac’s house. His place surprised me. He lived in one of the cute row houses near the quieter end of Castle Street. It was small and cozy inside, the house tastefully decorated in a masculine palette with hints of tartan here and there.
I hadn’t stayed long. It felt weird and invasive to be in Mac’s house—for the first time—without him.
I’d stayed awhile at the hospital in Inverness, and we’d talked about the Ardnoch stalker case and joked and made small talk. But we hadn’t delved into our relationship. It would have to wait until he was well enough. I didn’t look forward to it. Despite the horrible circumstances, it was nice just hanging out with Mac, and I was afraid our issues would come between us permanently once we aired them out.
It took me a moment to realize we were at a door opposite Mac’s office. “What are you doing?”
“The key to Mac’s office is in my office.”
Ah.
Adair retrieved the key card while I stood outside in the hall, noting his space wasn’t much bigger than Mac’s and almost a mirror image in design. I would’ve thought Adair would have a huge office with a roaring fire and wall-to-wall bookshelves. As if he’d read my mind, he smirked as he moved past me, closing the door behind him. “This is my real office where I work when I don’t want to be interrupted.”
Adair swiped the key over the pad on Mac’s office door, and it lit up. He pushed it open, glancing back at me with that twinkle in his eyes I’d only ever seen in his films. “Mac and I call my other office my stage office. It’s where I go when I’m happy to be interrupted by members.”
“And where is it?”
“Just off the members’ library. It’s more in keeping with the rest of the castle.”
I could picture it—said roaring fire and wall-to-wall shelves. I wanted to see it just to see if I was right.
“Why do you need a stage office?” I asked as I veered past him into Mac’s space, avoiding touching Adair.
“Ardnoch is a product. The members are here because they love the traditional aspects of the escape we offer.”
“And to them, you’re not just the owner, you’re the lord of the manor, so to speak?”
“Exactly. That’s the environment they want to see me in.”
I nodded because it made sense. But it sounded exhausting. “So it’s a retreat, but it’s still a show. I guess you never gave up acting after all.” I rounded Mac’s desk.
At Adair’s silence, I glanced up. He looked caught off guard, stopping me in motion.
“Adair?”
He blinked quickly, a blank mask falling over his features. “Did you find his laptop?”
Going with the change of subject, I found the slot in the desk that matched the key card and slid it in. It beeped and a drawer in the middle of the desk popped out. Mac’s laptop sat neatly inside it. I chuckled. “How very James Bond.”
“Mac is a private man.”
My humor fled and I muttered, “Understatement.”
“What happened to you when you were fifteen?”
Now it was my turn to be caught off guard. But Adair’s blunt question deserved a blunt response. I picked up the laptop and slid the hidden drawer
