CHAPTER 7
DUNDEE, MAY 1827
Still in a daze of uncertainty over Kenny, I was surprised to see the man himself waiting for me outside the mill. It was seven o’clock on a glorious spring evening, with birds singing above the rumble of wagons over the cobbled roads. Unsure how I felt, or how to act, I decided to walk away from Mr Fairweather.
“Catriona!” Kenny followed, soon catching me. “What’s the matter? What’s wrong?”
Bending my head, I tried to hurry away, hiding my tears for my feelings were as much in turmoil as they had ever been. Kenny overtook me, for he was always a persistent man.
“Something’s bothering you,” he said, taking hold of my shoulders. ‘Please tell me.”
“Get away.” I shook him off, lowering my head so Kenny could not see my tears. “I don’t want to talk to you.”
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