“What’s the matter?”
He gave her a long stare, then admitted, “I still don’t know your name.”
Before she had her reasons for not telling him. But she wasn’t afraid of him anymore.
He was waiting for her and said quietly, “Haven’t I just earned the right to know your name?”
She smiled. “Thank you for rescuing me.”
He just waited.
“Amy. My name is Amy.”
He stood there as if he needed to absorb the sound of it, then he started suddenly like someone who just realized where he was. He cleared his throat gruffly, then juggled her slightly to adjust her weight in his arms.
She winced.
He froze. “Did I hurt you?”
She shook her head. “It’s only a cramp in my side. From the water, I think. Just as soon as I’m warm, I’ll be fine.”
“Well then, Amy-my-lass, let’s get you settled in by a warm fire.”
Her name sounded like a melody when he said it that way. He carried her into the same room he took her to before.
“There you are.” Eachann MacLachlan crossed the room like a man possessed. “Where are the keys to your supply house?”
Calum frowned. “Right where I always keep them. In the top drawer of the desk.”
“The desk is locked.”
Calum set Amy down in the chair. “You’re alone?”
“Kirsty is in bed. George is locked in the bathing room where she can’t cause me any more trouble. She needs dry clothes.”
“So does Amy.” Calum unlocked a drawer, then looked at her.
“Who?”
“Amy. This is Amy.”
“Oh.” Eachann took the key, then started to leave, but stopped short of the door. “Is there enough clothing in storage?”
Calum flipped open a green ledger book and used a finger to scan it. He looked up. “There’s plenty and the next ship is the last one this year. We can restock.”
“Good.” Eachann turned to leave.
“Eachann?”
“Aye?”
“The women’s clothing is in the trunks nearest the front,” Calum told him. “They’re labeled according to content and size.” He paused and took a breath, and then both brothers spoke at the same time.
“There’s a chart on the wall above them.”
Calum snapped his mouth shut and looked at Amy. His face colored slightly. His brother had embarrassed him. She felt a sudden sense of anger when she looked at the man who had kidnapped her.
Eachann MacLachlan had a knowing expression. “Are they stacked alphabetically... drawers above petticoats and shirts?” He leaned indolently against the doorjamb and waited for his brother to respond.
