Chapter Three
Aileen trusted Daniel McIntyre. She gave him and his men a free rein over her inn.
Getting out of their hair meant Aileen got time to drive down to Loch Heaven.
She had packed a couple of days’ worth of clothes.
Tall mountains ran past, a fortress glimmered under the bright sun. Apparently, the storm had passed, and summer was back.
Shades of green were smattered with white sheep lazing around. Bales of hay were rolled up on farmlands. And the highway that ran between the fields had little traffic.
Summer meant fun holidays, ice cream and outdoor games.
Aileen inhaled a lungful of refreshing air.
Her childhood summers had entailed a trip to Dachaigh. And now Dachaigh was her home. How wonderful was that?
Aileen drove to where the GPS informed her was the closest park
