‘You let the guests park on the road now? Got to charge ye for breaking traffic rules. This isn’t a private road,’ he began without a preamble.
This was the last thing Aileen needed.
She raised her chin in defiance. ‘I was about to ask them to park their van in the appropriate area.’
‘And the luggage? Don’t they know they’ve got to take it up with them?’ Detective Cameron pointed towards the French couple’s bags behind the reception desk. His husky voice mocked Aileen.
Right – he thought she was just a city girl, no good in a Highland town. Miffed, she trolleyed the first of the huge suitcases to the staircase.
Hoping her irregular workouts would pay off, she lifted the first suitcase. Heavy footsteps followed her as she placed one trembling leg in front of the other.
It was sheer wi
