Chapter 25
Scotland, Highlands, Plockton Airstrip
3:44 p.m.
Sophia breathed in deep as she stepped out of the plane and grabbed Alistair’s hand.
“Nervous?” he asked, and she nodded. “Don’t be. My father will love you.”
Sophia spotted Lachlann Aindreas MacCraig right away. Although he didn’t look much like Alistair, his towering height and width gave him away. With graying auburn hair, the same green eyes, lean, almost as tall and broad as Alistair, he remained a handsome man.
“Good to see you, Son,” Lachlann said, an easy smile opening on his face.
“Father.” Alistair smiled back, and motioned with his hand to Gabriela who dozed peacefully on his broad shoulder as if he provided the perfect place to sleep. “This sleeping beauty is Gabriela, and this is Sophia.”
Lachlann pulled Sophi
