assuming you still want to marry him. Do you not?â
Maddie met her auntâs gaze.
This was it. Her chance to give that ever-Âgrowing snowball a swift kick of truth. Break it apart once and for all.
Actually, Aunt Thea, I donât wish to marry him. You see, I didnât manage to snag that glorious specimen of man. Iâd never seen him before today. There never was any Captain MacKenzie at all. I told a silly, panicked lie to avoid a season of disappointment. I deceived everyone for years, and Iâm sorry for it. So very sorry and ashamed.
Maddie bit her lip. âAunt Thea, I . . .â
âHold that thought,â her aunt said, rising from the table and moving toward the cabinet. âFirst, Iâm pouring myself some brandy to celebrate. I know this is your miraculous day. Your sweetheart, come home. But in a way, it is my triumph as well. After all those times I went to battle with your Papa, when he wanted to force you back into the ton . . . Iâm just so happy for you. And happy for myself, as well. Iâm vindicated. The past ten years of my life have meaning now.â She brought her glass of brandy back to the table. âWell? What is it you have to say?â
Maddieâs heart pinched. âYou do know how grateful I am. And how much I adore you.â
âBut of course I do. Iâm rather easy to adore.â
âThen I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me.â
âForgive you?â Her aunt laughed. âWhatever for, my Madling?â
Maddieâs head began to throb at the temples. She gripped the spoon until her knuckles ached.
âFor not eating the posset.â She gave her aunt a sheepish smile. âIâm feeling better. Might I have a brandy, too?â
She just couldnât do it. Aunt Thea must not be made to suffer for Maddieâs mistakes. The old dear had no fortune of her own. She depended on Maddie for financial support, and Maddie depended on her aunt for everything else. To tell the truth now would hurt them both too deeply.
This predicament was one of her own making.
That intimidating Highlander in the courtyard was her problem.
And Maddie knew, then and thereâÂit was up to her to solve him.
By the time Logan emerged from the castle, his men were anxiously awaiting news. And judging from the looks on their faces, they expected the news to be bad.
âSo . . . ?â Callum prompted. âHow did it go?â
âAs well as could be expected,â Logan replied.
Better than heâd expected, in some ways. Logan had anticipated arriving to find a woman plagued with pockmarks or afflicted with a harelip. At the least, heâd told himself, she would be plain. Why else would a gently-Âbred heiress feel compelled to invent a sweetheart?
But Madeline wasnât afflicted in any visible way, and she certainly wasnât plain. She was lovely.
A lovely little liar.
He wasnât yet certain whether that made things better or worse.
âIf thatâs so,â Rabbie asked, âwhy are you out here with us?â
âSheâd believed I was dead,â he said. âOur return came as a shock to her. Iâm giving her a moment to recover.â
âWell, at least sheâs still here,â Callum said. âThat means you fared better than I did.â
Munro, the field surgeon, joined them. âStill no news about your lass, Callum?â
Callum shrugged. âThereâs news. My uncle in Glasgow checked the records of the ship what sailed for Nova Scotia. There was no Miss Mairi Aileen Fraser on the passenger list.â
âBut thatâs good,â Munro said. âMeans sheâs still here in Scotland.â
The round-Âfaced soldier shook his head. âI said there was no Mairi Aileen Fraser on the list. There was, however, a Mrs. Mairi Aileen MacTavish. So much for my returning heroâs welcome.â
The older man