“Aye,” he said with a nod.
“And you expect me to be in their company twenty-four hours of the day?”
The grim set of his mouth relaxed, not quite a smile. “I’d say ye have a clear understanding of the situation.”
“And if I do not wish to spend my days with a rather odious bodyguard?”
“I suspect she will be more fond of you than she is of me.”
Amelia hesitated. “She?”
He nodded.
“Doesshehave a name?”
Logan nodded again. “Doesn’t everyone?”
“And what might that name be?”
“Mrs. Johnstone.”
Amelia sighed. “That tells me very little.”
“Elsie Johnstone is kin to me, on my mother’s side, the raiding and pillaging side.”
“Ah,” Amelia mulled his words. “Am I to believe this mystery woman is also an outlaw?”
He shrugged. “When I was a lad, she did mention something about a train robbery or two. More recently, rumor has it she worked for Pinkerton in America.”
“Rumor has it?” she pressed.
A smile played on his lips. “I’d rather ye make up yer mind for yerself. She’ll have no cause to breathe fire like a dragon in skirts with ye. After all, ye’ve never hidden a frog in her bed.”
“A frog? In her bed?”
Logan grinned. “Or a snake in her armoire.”
“Good heavens.”
“In my defense, the reptile was not particularly dangerous.”
“Well, I suppose that is a relief.” Amelia took in the twinkle in his eyes. It seemed unfair that he was so appealing. And without having to try. She pulled in a breath and collected her thoughts. “I take it these acts occurred when you were a boy.”
He gave a solemn nod. “But my aunt has a very long, very vivid memory.”
“In that case, what makes you think she will agree to come here?”
Logan looked at her as if she’d asked him how he knew the sky was blue. “She is kin to me. And kin stick together.”
“I’d like to think so.”
“Besides, her curiosity will get the better of her.”
Amelia frowned. “Curiosity?”
“She’ll be eager to see the woman who inspired me to play the knight in tarnished armor.”
Chapter Nineteen
