The questions began as soon as Gordon stepped into the study and became increasingly more difficult to answer with each passing moment. His head ached with annoyance. But what could he do? The man was the Duke of Argyll, the laird of clan Campbell, and his own father. “Well, did ye tell her?” “No.” “She doesna know yer takin’ her to the lodge?” Duke Magnus asked, passing him a dram of whiskey. “Where does she think she’s goin’?” Gordon gulped the whiskey in one long swig, fortifying himself for the eventual confrontation with his wife. Gazing out the window at the startlingly bright late-April day, he answered, “Rob believes I’m takin’ her to Dunridge Castle for a visit with her mother.” “Ah, lad, will ye never learn?” Duke Magnus asked, an unmistakable smile lurking in his voice. “A wise man never lies to his wife. ’Twill eventually return to haunt ye.” “She would have refused me if I’d told her the truth,” Gordon replied, facing his father.
