Patrick took Honor's arm and led her down a set of steps and through a corridor to an enormous library. She gasped at all the enormous collection of leather bound books. He smiled and said, "I had the same reaction. It's quite impressive. Perhaps tomorrow I can give you a tour." Honor smiled tremulously. "I'd like that very much."
Patrick pulled the cord for his butler, Harriss and then walked to a cabinet that contained several decanters of different liquors. He chose one and poured two glasses. He handed her one and warned in perfect Scottish brogue, "It's liquid fire, lass."
Honor had little experience with liquor of any sort, and sipped the liquid cautiously. It was indeed warm and her stomach burned pleasantly with it. With every sip the tension in her limbs subsided and the w
