Ian opened Angus’ door and helped the frantic old man out from behind the wheel and then opened the back door for him, helping him inside.
Quinn ignored the gesture to climb in the back and jogged to the front passenger side.
“Let’s go,” she demanded and dove inside, shutting the door.
Angus leaned forward, holding out a handkerchief, and she took it. Her stomach clenched as she swallowed around the rock lodged in her throat. If Collin died, she’d figure out a way to bring Ramsey back from the dead, and kill him again. There was no way the evil bastard had survived that fall.
“He better be okay,” she whispered as the tears started to flow.
Ian looked uneasy as he regarded her. She didn’t have many breakdowns, but when she did, they weren’t the sweet tears of a young girl. They were ugly, gut-wrenching cries that would leave her puffy and drained for days.
“Well, what do you know. The lass does bleed green.” Ian started the engine, and if he hadn’t been behind the wheel, she would have smacked him….hard.
“Ian, if you don’t start driving, I’m going to know exactly what color it is that you bleed.”
Chapter Seventeen
Collin woketo Quinn’s voice as she argued with Ian about leaving. He had no measure of time for how long he’d been out, but neither Quinn nor Ian was in their dance attire.
“You arenae doing him any good sitting by his side. Let Angus take you back to the castle to get some rest.”
“No one asked you.”
“Lassie, you’re about to fall on your feet. Collin would want you to rest.”
“Ian McDougall, don’t make me hurt you.”
“You cannae hurt me, Quinn. I’m no’ wearing my kilt.”
“I wouldnae test that theory, Ian,” Collin said, turning both pairs of eyes to him.
Quinn’s eyes were red and puffy, and Ian was right. She looked like she hadn’t rested in days.
“Collin. Oh, thank God,” Quinn said, moving to the bedside. She took his hand. “How do you feel?”
“Well rested, luv. Unlike you.”
Quinn rolled her eyes. “Not you too.”
“How long have I been out?” Collin asked Ian.
“Twenty-four hours. You lost a lot of blood, but they patched you up.”
Collin’s gaze softened as he stared up at Quinn. “And you’ve been here the whole time?”
“Aye, she has,” Ian answered. “The staff tried to send her home, and she threatened bodily harm.”
Quinn shrugged. “My court date is in two weeks.”
Collin’s mouth parted.
“She’s teasin’, Menzie. I talked them out of pressin’ charges.”
“I owe you.” Collin smiled. “And Ramsey?”
They both shared a look. “He’s dead. They found even more stuff at his house. We don’t know how much he’s smuggled out or where any of it went.”
Collin let out an exasperated sigh. “I never would have suspected him.”
