Page 8 of Sinbound to the Highlander
She huffed, but then nodded. “I understand.”
They hurried back to the castle, but instead of going to the room they had first assembled in, his mother was at the front entrance, and her coat was on.
“Maither, what is happenin’?” he asked.
“One of the stables caught fire,” she said curtly. “We need to go and see if anyone was hurt and what must be done.”
Grimly, Evan turned, “I apologize, Laird Lobhdain. We must go. I’ll send notice to when another meetin’ might happen. Right now, me people need me. I fear someone might have died.”
“Go, Laird Ruthven,” the man shook his hand. “We’ll speak another time, take care of yer people.”
Over the man’s shoulder, he saw Miss Milleson roll her eyes, as if to say,How are those people more important than me?She even crossed her arms and pouted—like a petulant child.
As they rode away, he added up what he knew about Miss Milleson; she was sheltered and cossetted, she had expensive tastes, and, based on the pig story, she got whatever she wanted with little regard to those around her. Then, there were two sides to her; the lovely, calm persona versus the one who had hissed at the woman servant. If she did not have any respect for those, who ran her house,whowas able to gain her respect?
As they rode away, he wondered.
Am I making the right decision with Miss Milleson?
