She shook her head. “I thought the joke might be on Robert if the treasure was something perishable, like the sugar. I can just imagine what centuries-old sugar would be worth. Are the goods so valuable now that you still want the treasure that badly?”
“Only to keep it out of Kilpatrick’s hands because he wants it so badly.”
“Why, after all these years, would they want the treasure? For me, I wanted to see what my uncles thought so precious that they risked their lives to obtain it. Like you, I agree that Robert doesn’t deserve it. So if anything, I want to keep him from having the spoils as much as possible.”
“I understand. The MacNeill merchandise might not have been hidden in Scotland, though,” Cearnach said. “It became my duty to learn why your uncles had sailed to St. Andrews when I witnessed what happened to them and to see if that shed any light on where you’d vanished to. Had they had business there or elsewhere? We assume that was just where they docked. Beyond that, they could have had business at some other location.”
She closed her gaping mouth, and he realized she really hadn’t known what her uncles had planned for her. Perhaps they had wanted to see their relations, ensure that one of them would suit her as a mate, and leave her with the family to give her a chance to be with someone other than Kelly.
“The Kilpatricks and McKinleys were in the city of St. Andrews when your uncles arrived, as if the meeting had been planned. Had your uncles intended to rendezvous with them? But circumstances prevented it?” he continued.
“They said nothing about what they intended to do,” she said, then studied the ceiling as if trying to recall the voyage and everything that had been said between them. “Yet they seemed… disquieted. I thought it was because I was aboard ship.”
“Some believe a woman on a ship can bring disaster.”
“So I’ve heard.” She cuddled against Cearnach, idly stroking his naked chest while he brushed his fingers over her silky hair, delighting in the feel of her molded against his body.
He took a deep breath and exhaled. “You said you thought Kelly Rafferty might have murdered your parents. Did you ever learn the truth?”
“I believed he did. I questioned everyone I could, even his men. They told him I had been looking into my parents’ deaths and what I suspected. He took it out on me—for questioning his honor. I even asked him when he was in a drunken state if he’d done it, figuring he was too inebriated to realize what he was revealing to me. He hadn’t been drunk enough, and I paid dearly for it with a broken jaw and wrist.
“Even after word reached me that he’d died, no one would tell me the truth, as if his ghostly person would come back to haunt them. I admit that for years I feared he’d return and take up where he’d left off. I had nightmares about him forever, about his brutality, both physical and emotional. I know he had my parents murdered if he hadn’t actually done the deed himself.”
Angered that anyone could do violence against her, he caressed her arm, her body pressed against his, wishing he could take away all of her past pain.
“The whole scenario was a little too convenient. My parents’ carriage suddenly veered off into the river when they had been on their way to a party that night. For what reason? No one ever knew. The carriage sank so fast that they were unable to get out. But the horses were saved. The horses, as if they were the only thing of value and not my parents’ lives. That’s partly why I believe he had something to do with the carriage accident. The horses were safely returned home, and neither was wet.”
“My God, Elaine.” He took her hand in his and found that her fingers were ice cold. He held her hand against his chest and rubbed it to warm her. Again he regretted having lost her all those years ago and felt sickened that he couldn’t have protected her. “What about the other half of the details that would lead to the loot? Isn’t it with your suitcase or purse?” The game would be lost, but why would Robert still want Elaine to meet with him?
“In here,” she said, tapping her head. “He won’t get it from me.”
“I wonder if the stolen goods could be hidden on one of the properties you own.”
Elaine frowned. “Wouldn’t Robert have learned of them and already investigated?”
“Possibly.”
“Then he wouldn’t need me for finding the treasure.”
She snuggled closer to Cearnach, loving the sound of his heartbeat beneath her ear and the way he was caressing her hand. She hoped Cearnach wasn’t condemning her too much for not standing up more to Kelly Rafferty. She’d always felt she was a caught animal, unable to get free of his men when he was away and terrified of him when he was home, yet she had tried to show him her alpha side.
Sometimes he loved bullying her to show she wasn’t as alpha as he. Other times he seemed to love that she’d stand up to him and he would leave her alone.
“I’m sorry for letting you get away from me the first time,” Cearnach said, hugging her tight.
This was where she belonged. With him. Like this.
“I ought to get up and get dressed before Logan returns,” Cearnach said, not sounding like he wanted to let go of her.
“Yes,” she murmured.
Before they could leave the small bed, Cearnach turned his head in the direction of the door.
“Someone’s coming,” Elaine whispered, hearing the sounds of footsteps.
“Logan,” Cearnach guessed.
“Have you seen Cearnach?” Ian asked beyond the drying room, the door still locked.
Ian.
Chapter 21
Someone pounded on the kennel’s drying room door. “Cearnach, Elaine’s solicitor is here. She needs to speak with him. You and I will also listen to what he has to say,” Ian said.
“Hell,” Cearnach said, running his hand over Elaine’s hair. “Guess we’ve got to face the world.”
She groaned. Then she sat upright and whispered, “Ian said my solicitor is here?”
“Aye.” He hadn’t thought the solicitor would show up this quickly, either. Ian must have made the man fear the wrath of the pack.
She wrapped the towel around her and pushed at Cearnach. “Go, get the dry clothes Logan brought for me. Mine are still wet.”
Cearnach put his damp clothes on.
“Why would a lawyer be here to speak to me?” Her eyes were wide.
“It probably has to do with your properties and the management of them. I’m sure that’s what the solicitor is here to talk with you about.”
“Did your mother know about this before she suggested you mate with me?” she asked. Then she shook her head. “She didn’t. We had only just met. I bet that would have been an even greater incentive for you to mate me.”
Cearnach sighed. “You are priceless to me, lass. With or without your holdings. With or without the treasure.” He smiled in a much too predatory way. “With or without your clothes.”
He sighed. “Let me get the dry clothes.”
He left the room and stalked through the drying room where the dogs had left their beds to crowd around the door, desperate to greet Ian. Cearnach unlocked and opened the door. The dogs rushed out as Cearnach came face to face with Logan and Ian, both giving him accusatory looks. The dogs eagerly greeted them, bouncing around and jumping up in a wild frenzy of doggy love.
“The clothes?” Cearnach was not about to explain himself in front of Logan. Well, to Ian either.
Logan handed him the clothes.
“We’ll be right out, Ian.” Cearnach shut the door.
“How’d they take it?” Elaine took the borrowed pale-pink sweater and jeans from him and hurried to dress.
“I’m certain they knew it was coming.”
“I’m not getting married.” She pulled on the light sweater and looked up at Cearnach, who was staring at her in surprise. “Wolves don’t get married. I don’t have any family and…”