Edinburgh, September, 1998
Edinburgh, September, 1998By their sixth day in Scotland, Morgan was beginning to suspect that this trip had not been one of her better ideas.
It had sounded so good—using a plump advance to research her book on site in Scotland. But far from the relaxing meander Morgan had envisioned, the trip had become a nightmare in military precision. Vacation with Blake and Justine was proving to have a more demanding schedule than Morgan’s working life.
Which just didn’t fit any of Morgan’s plans.
As they trudged through Edinburgh Castle in the wake of a kilted guide, Morgan thought their relative positions said it all.
Her brother-in-law Blake was right behind the tour guide, his pencil and notebook at the ready, interpretative guidebook—heavily marked with florescen
