His lips twitched. “I’m glad you did come to see me. And congratulations on your new business.” His eyes brightened. “I gave you your first camera. Do you remember?”
Stupid tears burned in my throat and I abruptly stood. “You know what, I’m not ready to do this after all—”
“Robyn—” Mac stood too.
“I’m going to go.”
His expression fell. “Please stay. Have a coffee with me.”
I couldn’t. I was seconds from bursting into tears. It was mortifying and seemed to come out of nowhere. “Later. I need to go.”
Hurrying toward the door, I wrenched it open and marched out, narrowly missing the young man in a uniform similar to Wakefield’s, holding a tea tray with our coffee on it. “Sorry.” I rounded him, determined to get away from Mac.
“Christ!” Mac bit out. “Stephen, sorry. Please put the tray in my office.” And then he fell into step with me as I followed the narrow corridor toward the reception hall.
“Please stay and talk,” he pleaded.
“Not now, okay.”
“But you’re staying here? I will see you again?”
I nodded. Yeah, I wasn’t ready to leave quite yet. I just needed to regroup. Obviously seeing him again after so long an absence affected me more than I’d anticipated. “I’m staying in Ardnoch. At the Gloaming.”
“Aye, good.”
We fell into silence again.
“Do you know what the gloaming means?” Mac asked.
“Yeah. Gordon, the owner, explained it means twilight.”
“Of course.” Mac grinned. “I’m sure Gordon explains it to everyone.”
“You know him?”
“It’s a wee place. Everybody knows everybody.”
“Right.” I considered that as Mac held the main door open for me. “Does that make it easier or harder to keep this place private for members?”
“Believe it or not, the villagers aren’t interested in the comings and goings of the rich and famous. The members go in and out of the village without any worry about finding photos of themselves online afterward—unless the paparazzi are around during the summer. The people here understand the members will return and spend money in a place that affords them privacy and a sense of normality. You’ll find more gossip among the villagers about each other than you’ll ever find about the club and its members.”
“I guess that makes sense.” My rental sat in the drive where I’d left it. Feeling more than a little embarrassed by my abrupt departure, I couldn’t look at Mac. “Sorry about the drama. I just …” I shrugged, unable to finish my sentence.
“Mr. Galbraith!”
Mac turned as I looked beyond his shoulder to see a man dressed much the same as Jock hurrying toward us. “What is it?”
“Sir, you’re needed urgently at the delivery entrance.” His eyes widened ever so slightly, as if trying to communicate a message.
A message my father seemed to understand. He cursed under his breath and said to me, “I have to go. But perhaps we could do dinner at the Gloaming tonight?”
So soon?
“Um … how about tomorrow night?”
He nodded and lifted a hand as if to touch me but dropped it quickly. “I’ll come by around seven.”
I’d barely agreed before he hurried across the gravel after his employee.
Once he’d disappeared inside the castle, I looked up at its crenellated roofline and sighed. Disappointment filled me. What had I expected in coming here? A miraculous sense of connection? That I’d be able to unload all my hurt feelings of rejection in the hopes of what? Filling this emptiness inside me?
I huffed and pulled open my driver’s side door.
“Wait!”
I stiffened, recognizing that voice.
Taking a deep breath at the sound of gravel crunching behind me, I turned to face Lachlan Adair as he drew to a stop.
He seemed bigger, more intimidating in the bright daylight. His eyes, a striking azure blue, were steely upon me. No sign of that famous wicked twinkle.
“Can I help you?” I asked coldly.
“What are you doing here?”
A hot aggravation came over me as fast as a flame on the strike of a match. My voice softened with it. “I don’t know if you got the memo, but I’m Mac’s daughter.”
Adair studied me impassively. “If you’re here to cause trouble for Mac, I’d advise against it. He has a lot on his plate, and the last thing he needs right now is you coming along and fucking with his head.”
Who was this asshole? The audacity was unbelievable. “Me, fuck with his head? He abandoned me, not the other way around.”
“Aye, I know that’s the story your mother likes to tell.”
Furious, I slammed my car door and faced him. An uncharacteristic desire to yell at him came over me, and it took all my self-control to modulate my tone. “Who the hell do you think you are? Don’t you dare talk about my mother. You know shit.”
Adair cast me a pitying look that begged to be smacked off his face. “I dare say I know more about it than you do.” He took a step closer, forcing me back against my car. A chill entered his eyes. “Mac is like a brother to me. Family. I won’t let anyone, not even you, screw him over, so I’m politely suggesting you put your arse back on a plane and get the hell out of here.”
“You think you scare me?” I pushed off my car, pressing my body into his, forcing him to take a step back. “I’ve faced bigger and badder things in the world than an ex-actor, so I’m not so politely suggesting that you stay out of my business with my father. I think I can say with some certainty that he wouldn’t be too happy to learn of your interference.”
A muscle ticked in Adair’s jaw as he took another step back.
