Page 85 of The Highland Heist
All her life, Grace had always thought she was the snitch of the family! But offer her sister a charming man with a mesmerizing accent, and she was ready to forget all about the danger surrounding Tony’s death—er … almost death—and Mr. Barclay’s attack.
But Grace couldn’t show her concern. Lillias’ safety relied on Grace’s composure, so she decided to win at the man’s game. Or at least try.
And keep drumming up her own charm … hopefully.
Blake and Frederick proved excellent models.
“You must be the perfect person for such an assignment,” she said sweetly, glancing at Frederick for reinforcement. The flicker of shock in his eyes might have distracted her if Blake’s amused grin hadn’t fueled her further. “Especially as someone with ties to the community. We’re strangers here and quite at a loss as to where to look.”
As if by magic, Kane’s smile widened. Grace straightened in her chair, feeling a sudden surge of confidence. What had Blake said about Kane’s weakness? Arrogance? And what hero didn’t appreciate a damsel in distress?
Her grin stretched farther. Yes, she could play that role—keep Kane distracted and hopefully ignorant of the fact she didn’t like the man.
“I’m more than happy to help,” Kane said smoothly. “In fact, my sister was married to the previous laird, so I’m well acquainted with the castle.”
“I’m sorry for your loss,” Frederick offered, his tone impeccably sincere. “This must all be very difficult for you.”
“Which makes him all the more understanding of my position,” Lillias interjected, her gaze softening as it settled on Kane. “He knows what it’s like to lose someone and is determined to help me secure my future.”
Grace’s stomach twisted. Her sister actually believed this man was a hero. Romantically, even.
It was either a testament to Lillias’ desperation or Kane’s acting skills—or perhaps the incredible power of a Scottish brogue. Grace wasn’t certain which one, but she didn’t feel any draw toward Mr. Kane romantically at all, so his Scottish persona couldn’t be the complete reason.
“It’s rather late for a search today,” Kane continued, “but I’d be happy to escort you to the castle tomorrow. I have business in the morning but could meet you here around four.”
Blake exchanged a quick glance with Frederick and Grace before answering for the group. “Indeed. Four it is.”
Kane stood. “Well, I must be off, but I look forward to seeing you then.”
“Thank you so much, Mr. Kane.” Lillias said, her smile too bright. “For everything.”
Mr. Kane doffed an invisible hat and excused himself.
As soon as Kane was out of earshot, Grace turned to her sister, trying to desperately keep up her charm offensive, even with Lillias. “It seems you’ve gained a friend in Mr. Kane quite quickly.”
“You can’t understand how perfect he’s been,” Lillias replied, lifting her glass. “When I met him aboard the ship, I was utterly lost. He arranged everything—travel, lodging, everything. It was as if he’d been sent just for me.”
Sending himself, rather. Grace quelled a frown. “Of course, but to confide in him about the will?”
Lillias stiffened, her chin lifting. “Trust doesn’t take years, Grace. Sometimes you just know when someone has good intentions.”
“And incredibly convenient timing,” Blake interjected smoothly, his words laced with irony. “An acquaintance of your late husband on a transatlantic voyage, of all things, ready to swoop in at just the right moment. Remarkable coincidence.”
“It’s no coincidence,” Lillias snapped, her eyes flashing. “It’s fate. Heaven knows I needed help, and Mr. Kane stepped in when no one else would.”
Frederick cleared his throat, leaning forward with a calm that offset Lillias’ rising defensiveness. “Fate often wears a convincing mask.”
Her eyes flashed as she looked between them. “You think I’m being naive. That I can’t tell when someone’s genuinely trying to help.”
“Not at all.” Grace took her sister’s hand. “It’s just that there are clearly some dangerous people invested in learning about this inheritance, and it’s wise to be careful.”
“I think I’ll retire for the evening.” Lillias stood abruptly, her movements stiff. “I need to get back to Thomas, and I’m certain Miss Cox would like some reprieve. Thank you all for your … concern.”
“May I walk you back, Mrs. Dixon?” Blake rose. “It would be my pleasure to uphold the noble and heroic behavior of Mr. Kane.”
Lillias hesitated, her frown softening. “Thank you.”
Grace stood. “We will meet you here tomorrow?”
