Six
Raleigh’s temper had hit full boil by the time he drove through the gates at Ardinmuir. He’d taken the time to drop off Malcolm, who’d had nothing to say on the matter, except that Raleigh needed to speak to the MacKeans. He’d be speaking to them all right. Likely at high volume, with probable profanity. He came around a curve in the drive a little too fast and tapped hard on the brakes as the castle came into view.
“Holy shit.”
Because this was a castle. Or part of it was. He saw ramparts and battlements and a tower that half made him imagine a trebuchet in the yard. Clearly, the original structure had been added to over time. He recognized some architectural features that were of the same style as Lochmara. But this was much larger, much grander than the house he’d acquired. He ac
