Love Without Reason. Alison Fraser

So why should she cry about it?

      CHAPTER THREE

      AND why should she feel a surge of happiness when she saw the Land Rover reappear at the bottom of the hill early next day? It wasn’t logical, but she didn’t wait around too long analysing her emotions before tearing downstairs and out into the yard to greet him. She stopped short when she saw Rob Mackay with him.

      Rob acknowledged her, ‘Aye, aye,’ but Cameron virtually ignored her, before the two walked round to the back of the Land Rover and began lifting out wood and wire-meshing and a collection of tools. It seemed she was going to have repairs done whether she liked it or not.

      When they’d finished unloading, Rob started mending the shed door while Cameron crossed to where she stood in the doorway. Jo wagged his tail, betraying the pleasure Riona was too proud to show. Cameron patted the dog’s head, but his expression remained cool as he confronted Riona. He handed her a buff-coloured envelope.

      ‘What is it?’ Riona’s happiness had evaporated.

      ‘Don’t worry. It’s not an eviction notice,’ he responded heavily and pushed it into her hand. ‘Read it carefully, before signing it.’

      He turned away and Riona thought he was leaving, but instead he walked over to the dry stone wall and, to her astonishment, began to dismantle a section that badly needed rebuilding.

      Riona stood for a moment, watching as he shifted stone boulders almost effortlessly, and wondered once again what he did in his other life back in America. Talking to the doctor, he sounded like an educated man with sophisticated ideas and an executive air. Labouring in her back yard, he could pass for a construction site worker who wasn’t afraid of getting his hands dirty. Which was the real Cameron Adams?

      Whichever, he was now the laird and, as such, far out of her reach. If Riona needed a reminder of the fact, it was in her hand—in the shape of a buff-coloured envelope. She carried it inside and, sitting down at the kitchen table, turned it over and over in her hand. The easygoing Cameron of yesterday hadn’t given her this; her landlord had. He’d tried to be friendly, and she’d been churlish in response. Whatever was in the envelope, she very probably deserved it.

      She was wrong. She didn’t. She twice read the document inside, looking for a catch and finding none. It was an agreement, offering her lifetime tenancy of the croft, rent to remain currently static, future increases to be limited to inflation rate and unaffected by any improvements the estate might make to the property. It was on a standard form with handwritten additions witnessed by Agatha Mackenzie and Morag Mackinnon, housekeeper and housemaid at Invergair Hall. It gave her total security and cost her nothing and was more generous than she had any right to expect after her surly behaviour.

      It was some time before she went out to him. She rehearsed a speech of gratitude and apology, but it became a confused mess in her head the instant she came near him.

      He didn’t notice her at first. He was working steadily, stripped down to the waist in the bright June sunshine. He was tanned an even brown, suggesting he was accustomed to working outside.

      Riona stopped short, her eyes drawn to his broad, muscular back and the rivulets of sweat running down it. Her breath caught and she wondered if a man could be described as beautiful. If he could, Cameron Adams was.

      He must have sensed her presence. He straightened and turned suddenly, and she blushed, as if guilty of something.

      He nodded towards the envelope in her hand. ‘Have you signed it?’

      ‘I—er—no, it’s all right,’ she garbled out. ‘There’s no need. I was being silly...yesterday, I mean. I realise you don’t want to evict me.’

      ‘You do?’ He sounded suspicious at her almost humble tone.