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like that again - not at you, anyway."
    I'd already decided to go back to Castle McLanald, but not just because Darach was sorry. I was going back for Cameron, too - asleep in her bed, possibly tormented by a cruel mother she couldn't escape and pretty much completely defenseless. Of course I was also going back because Darach wanted me to go back and it was already becoming very hard to say no to him. He shouldn't have acted the way he did but I could see his apology was heartfelt. I could also still clearly remember the electricity that had been there when I put my hand on his shoulder, just for that one second. He was so attractive, so dedicated to his daughter and so stupidly sexy. Just give it the summer. Even if nothing happens with the Laird, you can help Cameron come out of her shell. That's what I told myself, anyway. It wasn't a lie but the truth was a little more complicated. I wanted something to happen with Darach - much more than I was willing to admit at the time.

Chapter 6
     
    Mrs. Clyde seemed almost slightly embarrassed at breakfast, as if she was worried she'd overstepped her bounds somehow. When she put my bowl of oatmeal and my mug of tea in front of me she allowed herself the following:
    "I'm very glad to see you back here, Jennifer. You're good for the bairn."
    The bairn. I'd worked out that this was the Scottish word for "child" soon after my arrival. It made me smile every time I heard it.
    "Thank-you Mrs. Clyde. I'm glad we worked it out - the Laird and me, I mean."
    Mrs. Clyde didn't say anything else, she just gave me a quick wink and went back to washing dishes.
    I was just about ready to go back to my room for a shower and a nap after the dramatic night at the train station when Darach walked in with Cameron in his arms. Her head was nestled into his shoulder and she was obviously half-asleep, still dressed in her pink pajamas and with her blonde curls sticking out in all directions.
    "Look who's here," the Laird whispered to his daughter and I felt something in my heart move at the tenderness in his voice. Cameron slowly lifted her head and turned to see who was there. When she saw me a slow, sweet smile broke across her face and she leaned out of her father's arms, reaching for me.
    "Good morning, sleepyhead." I stood up and took Cameron from the Laird, sitting back down at the table with her on my lap.
    "You're staying, Miss Robinson?" The hope in her voice would have been enough to shatter a much harder heart than my own.
    "Yes, Cameron, I'm staying all summer. You can take me swimming in the loch now, if it gets hot enough."
    "Can I? Can we ride horses to the Treacle-Eater's Tower?"
    I nodded. The Treacle-Eater's Tower was apparently a stone tower a mile or so away from the castle and Cameron seemed particularly fascinated with it, frequently mentioning her desire to take me there and take me up to the very top so we could look out across the estate and see the sea on a clear day.
    Later that afternoon, after a restorative nap, I found myself back at the loch with Cameron, who was busy gathering sticks for a fort we were going to build near the waterfall. Anne had come along and we were lying in the heather watching the child and chatting.
    "My brother isn't always such a hothead, you know. If you could see how Diane treats that child, you'd understand why he's so wound up about it."
    I wasn't sure why Anne was defending Darach to me - I hadn't left and Anne had obviously been told what had happened - she could see I was still there.
    "I do understand," I said slowly, not sure what Anne was getting at, "but how he feels about Diane doesn't make it OK for him lose his temper with his employees."
    "No, you're right, you're right." Anne picked at the heather we were lying on. "I just - it's really hard to explain. We've never had to deal with anyone like Diane and it just seems to be dragging on and on with no end in sight. We're all going slightly mad, I reckon. Did you know Mrs. Clyde