Chapter FiveAmy leaned forward on her chair. “You met a mysterious man?” I swear if she had opened her eyes any wider, they would have popped from their sockets and rolled around the floor, which would not have pleased the unfortunate maid whose task it was to clean the room.
“I did,” I said.
“Who was he?” Amy reached out and tapped my knee. “You can tell me your innermost confidences, Robyn. After all, I am your most particular friend.”
Oh yes, I thought, I can tell you my innermost confidences if I wish all of Midlothian to hear everything. I smiled, knowing Amy would add sufficient additional salacious detail to write an entire volume that would make a marine blush scarlet from his toenails to his eyebrows.
“He told me his name was Adam Carmichael,” I said, fully aware that the inte
