‘I don’t really care. We actually have a night out, and no worries.’
Cally nodded. 'So, June’s all good to look after Faye and you’re going to fly up?’
‘Yes, it will hopefully be nice and quick.’
'You're in for a treat. Be prepared for the whisky – they don't mess about up there.'
Nina grimaced. 'I'm not sure my liver's quite ready for that. Maybe I'll stick to hot chocolate.'
'Wise choice. The whisky will put hairs on your chest.'
'Is that supposed to be a selling point?' Nina chuckled.
‘Logan is so into it and has been planning constantly. It’s almost as if there’s something going on.’
‘Like what?’ Nina asked.
‘I don’t know. I know him, though.’
‘Are you sure?’
‘Yep. Do you know anything?’
'I'm that obvious, am I?'
'Only to someone who's been working with you for months. Come on, spill. What's going on?'
Nina hesitated for a moment. ‘Nothing as far as I know.’
'Now you've got me worried with that look on your face. What's going on?'
‘Honestly!’ Nina held her hands up.
Cally's mind whirled. She knew the look on Nina’s face. Whatever was going on, it was clear that the upcoming trip to Scotland was going to be far more eventful than Cally had initially thought. She just hoped it was going to be something she would enjoy.
44
Just as they had the first time they’d been to Scotland, Cally and Logan sat on the train as it wound its way closer and closer to the estate. Cally had thought the journey before had been a good one when she’d been overawed by the spectacular scenery as the train had wound its way closer and closer to the estate. This time, though, there were no words. She gazed out the train window, her breath fogging up the glass as she pressed her face closer. The further north they’d travelled, the more the world outside had transformed into a winter wonderland. Landscape that had been saturated and lush back in the warmer months was now blanketed in a thick layer of pristine snow. It sparkled under a weak sun, covering everything in white.
Cally shook her head. 'I've never seen so much snow in my life!'
Logan glanced up. 'Just wait until we get to the estate. This is nothing compared to what you'll see there.'
Cally could hardly contain her excitement. 'I still can't quite believe we're here. Thanks for organising it.’
Logan shrugged. 'It wasn't that difficult. The estate's always ready for visitors, and everyone seemed keen for a bit of a pre-Christmas getaway. It was pretty easy.'
There it was again, the notion that going to an estate was a given in Logan’s life. Cally didn’t care as long as she was in on it. She was way past things bothering her. In fact, she’d decided to make the most of it. What had happened to Alastair had given her a tidy old slap to get on and enjoy her life. ‘Yep.’
‘It’ll be nice to get away, won’t it?’
‘Yes. It’s been a busy year.’
‘It has. What with everything that’s happened. On top of you know what, you’ve started a new job and got the mortgage and everything.’
‘Yeah.’
‘I think you made the right decision to put that on hold until the new year.’
