I let out a long breath.
Tomorrow. Same time. Same place.
And with deeply unsettling certainty, I realize I’m already looking forward to it.
Which is exactly the kind of dangerous thought that should have me running in the opposite direction.
Apparently, though, my brain never got the memo.
CHAPTER 12
MARY
The Scottish Baby Shower
(Or How to Bruise Aunt Isobel’s Ego)
My phone vibrates.
KEIRA
Emergency meeting at the castle. 2 p.m. Be there.
I stare at the message, frowning.
In my cousin’s vocabulary,emergency meetingcan mean anything fromMaggie pulled another stunttoI need a second opinion on curtain colors.
I text back:
MARY
What kind of emergency?
KEIRA
The kind that requires your immediate presence.
Very helpful. Thanks.
With a sigh, I glance at my watch. I still have two appointments this afternoon: a border collie with probable gastritis and a cat who hasn’t eaten in three days.
My patients come first.
I text Keira to tell her that, then put my phone on silent.
Jamison opensthe door before I even knock.
“Good afternoon, Miss Mary. They’re waiting for you in the sitting room.”
“They?”
“Mrs. Keira and Mrs. Emma.”
Naively, I’d assumed Keira actually wanted to seeme, but apparently this is a three-woman conspiracy.
I cross the entrance hall toward the sitting room and push the door open without knocking.
Keira and Emma are sitting on the couch, surrounded by what looks like wedding catalogs, American magazines, and an open laptop on the coffee table.
