Page 87 of Edge of Yesterday

His expression darkened. “It’s a shame we didn’t run into the bastard.”

A shiver raced down her back. He looked as if he would have killed Hugh.

“My father will deal with him.”

“I pray you are right, my lady.”

She frowned. “Of course I am. Do ye think my father will allow my abduction to go unanswered?”

He smiled gently. “Of course no’. I wouldn’t want to be Hugh when your father tracks him down.”

He sounded sincere. So what had he meant by the words “I pray you are right”? She recalled him referring to her father in the past tense as if he were—

“What have ye seen concerning my father’s future?”

“What?”

Her heart began to pound. “Ye know something about him.” She was sure of it. That is why he’d come with Lennox to see him. Julianna grasped his elbow and brought them to a halt. “Some ill will befall him?”

“Nae. As you can see, he is fine.”

“What about tomorrow or the next day?” The memory of Lennox telling their father that he couldn’t leave for a week hit. “What will happen in a sennight?”

Cailean frowned. “Seven days?”

“Lennox told my father not to return home for another week.”

Something flickered across Cailean’s face.

“There.” Tears pricked. “I see it in your eyes.”

He laughed softly. “The only thing you see is amusement.”

“I know amusement when I see it, sir.”

He lifted a brow.

She narrowed her eyes. “I see amusement now, but earlier—”

“Earlier, nothing, my lady. Is it so hard to believe a man finds you delightful?”

“Delightful? Bah!” She tossed her head. “Why did you accompany Lennox to see my father?”

“Meeting your father was a fortunate happenstance. Lennox agreed to take me to Reay Abbey. He wanted to tell your father what happened with Hugh.”

“What did he mean when he told my father not to return before a week?” She set her jaw, not budging.

“You are thrawn, lass. Stubborn.” Cailean shook his head. “You will have to ask Lennox. He can answer you. I dinnae know.”

Julianna realized she still gripped his arm. She released him. “So no ill will come to my father?”

“No’ that I know of.”

She stared for two heartbeats, then started forward.

He fell in alongside her. “You have nothing more to say?”

Julianna shrugged. “What more should I say?” He’d said she was delightful. No man had ever said that about her. Wind whipped past and she rubbed her arms to warm the gooseflesh that rose. Another gust raced past and her cloak snapped behind her.