But after he had the whiskey, he found he’d taken a dislike for liquor and tucked the bottle away. Although when his driver shouted, “Glenroth in sight!” he wondered if he might need fortification for the meeting with Roxane. A prescient consideration as it turned out. For he found Roxane entertaining a house party—with Callum Murray playing host. The large, fair-haired man immediately rose from his seat beside Roxane and came up to Robbie, who stood in the doorway surveying the vast number of people surrounding the woman he’d come a great distance to see. The two men took measure of each other as though they were calibrating the exact length of each other’s coffins. “You’re a long way from Edinburgh.” Callum’s gaze was chill. “And you’re a long way from Cardhu,” Robbie countered with the same bad intent. “I came down for the race meet.” “So did I,” Robbie lied. “Without stopping, from the look of you.” Callum glanced at Robbie’s rumpled attire. “I thought I’d wait for Roxane’s … hospitality,”
