Balnagown Castle looked wondrous and grand until Mac remind herself that the man whom she thought she might love was a prisoner there. Having been warned that Clan Ross would be watching, she proceeded on foot all alone. When a guard stopped her at the gatehouse, she told him she was looking for work.
“What sort of work?”
Judging from the look in his eyes, he seemed to have something in mind, but Mac did her best to ignore it. She had another sort of work in mind, for Hamish had told her that one of the kitchen maids had recently come down with a stomach ailment after spending some time in the tavern with him.
Mac said, “I’ve been a dairymaid and a cook’s helper.” She paused and watched his eyes travel the length and the breadth of her slowly.
“Go inquire over there at the kitchen.” He
