Ian’s guess was as good as his.

“I’m going to say, yes?” he asked, not really sure.

To find out, Ian moved toward the window and knocked on it. When it opened, again, they were just coming to a stop in front of a large gate.

“Where are we?” he asked.

Graham laughed.

Yeah, he understood the surprise.

“Again, this is Ravensmire,” he said. “This is where Jackson James instructed me to bring you,” he offered, punching in a code so the big gate slid open for them.

Ian turned in his seat and stared at Gryphen. It was like nothing they’d ever seen before.

“Is this a bed and breakfast?” Ian asked.

What else could it be? They absolutely weren’t staying in a castle. That was insanity.

The man was amused, and he knew why. They had no clue this was where they would be hiding out.

Jackson James had told him when he called earlier to keep it quiet, and Graham was.

“No, Sir, it’s a castle right now. At some point, it will be converted, but right now, you get it in its glory. It was owned by a knight who had it built for his queen. It’s been restored a few times, but it still has some lore if you want to read. It’s in the library.”

Ian began laughing.

What else was he supposed to do?

This was ridiculous so, of course, this was his place to stay for his vacation. The Blackhawks had lost their damn minds.

Clearly.

Who gifted this kind of a thing?

As they drove up the long winding drive, there were statues and carvings made out of beautiful stone. They were all depictions of ravens and majestic black birds in flight.

That was likely why this place was called Ravensmire.

Why else could it be referred to as that?

At the gorgeous fountain, carved from white stone, they came to a stop, and that’s when the door to the limo was opened.

“You’re here. Welcome to Castle Ravensmire,” Graham offered.

When they got out, the sun was cresting over the mountain, and the castle looked…magical. It looked like a place in one of those holiday movies.

Neither man had anything to say.

How did you top this view with any comment?

Graham did have something to give them.

“Here is your packet,” he said. “There’s a key inside, and also a set of keys to some cars in the carriage house.”

Gryphen took it.

“I hope you enjoy your stay, Gentlemen. The limo is kept at the local hanger in case Mr. James needs it when he flies in. My number is in there, so call if you need me.”