He gives me an easy smile. “She’s a beauty, isn’t she?” His tone is warm and filled with affection.But it has nothing to do with me. It’s clear that the man is in love with the property itself.
“Gorgeous,” I say fervently. “I’d love a tour.”
“Alastair can give you one shortly,” Isaak cuts in, ushering me into the castle.
His hand lingers on the small of my back. I can’t deny that I don’t hate it there.
“I’m Camila, by the way,” I tell Alastair as he follows behind us with our bags in hand.
“Of course, I know who you are, ma’am. We have all been excited to welcome home the mistress ofMacleod Castle.”
My mouth pops open wordlessly and I dig my heels in.
Isaak chuckles. “Excuse her, Alastair. She’s not used to titles. Where have the refreshments been setup?”
“In the formal sitting roo
