Chapter Twenty-Five
Rut
Rut nearly laughed aloud, clapping her hands together with delight, but she held it inside. “Oh, Douglas. Our son is in for one hell of a night.”
Glad that she’d had the foresight to give Meg a wee tour of the keep, she noticed that the lass had already grabbed her bag and headed out the back door.
Rut hurried over to the stairs, running up as fast as she could. As soon as she reached the landing, she nearly knocked over one of the housekeepers. “Your pardon. I’m going to take a rest for a wee bit. Please don’t bother me, lass.”
Then she raced to the end of the passageway, yanking the door open to the parapets to get up there before she missed anything. She grabbed her stool, the one she kept hidden in the small alcove for herself, then opened the door and tore around the corner to get to the back of the castle so she could watch the show.
“Douglas, we are going to enjoy this. Your son is about to fall hard for this lass. My wager is he’ll be bedding her before the night is over. But not until she’s set him straight about her place as a woman.”
Rut peeked through the crenellations, glad to see that Meg was nearly at the water’s edge, trying to get inside the boathouse. Lennox was skipping steps to catch up to her, yelling as he did his best to keep up.
“See what I mean, Douglas? He’s so upset that he can’t calm down. He can only yell. And I have a feeling our Meg will put an end to his yelling in a quick moment. This will be fun to watch, I wager!” She giggled, covering her mouth.
“Don’t you dare touch that boat or the oar, Meg!”
Rut tipped her head back and laughed, holding both hands over her mouth so her son wouldn’t hear her. She was in luck because any sound made near the water carried beautifully. “Douglas, I believe we’ll hear every word.”