Logan did a headcount, and Ashley was impressed with how upbeat he was able to remain while herding them all into place.

He clapped his hands together and rubbed them. “All right, we’re all here. Our next part of the journey will be the longest yet. We’ve two hours on the bus until we arrive at Glamis Castle.”

He walked back up the aisle and turned to face everyone. “Doonae forget, ye did sign on for this. Today we’ll be heading up to the Highlands and you’re to remember as we drive, this is all about the journey. You’re to see Scotland as we go along, we’ll have a stop along the way, and perhaps there’s time to fit in a wee nap if ye are so inclined. We’ll be there before ye know it.”

More hand rubbing. “So, settle in, have your cameras at the ready, and, as you Americans on the bus like to say, let’s get this show on the road. Yay!”

Everyone responded enthusiastically and as Lewis drove away, Logan quickly seemed to take his own advice, as he crossed his arms, and tugged his plaid hat down over his eyes.

Ashley wasn’t interested in a nap, not at the moment anyway, she was more interested in the Scottish countryside, and her companion.

Okay, mostly her companion.

“Will you tell me if you see anything familiar?”

“Aye, I will.”

Monica and Garth were playing games on their phones while others on the bus enjoyed the scenery, snapped pictures, and took naps.

“So, you avoided Glamis. Is there anywhere else you haven’t wanted to visit?”

“Barcaldine Castle, of course, though that’s not surprisin’ as no one wants to go there.”

She took the bait. “Why not? What happened there?”

“Murder and mayhem.”

Her brows rose. “Tell me more.”

He studied her as if gauging her interest. “The Earl of Argyll and his men were guests of the MacDonalds of Glencoe.”

“Didn’t you say you were from Glencoe?”

“Hush, now. Do ye want to hear the tale or no’?”

“Tell me.”

“The regiment turned upon their hosts, killing most of them and chasing others into the snow swept mountains and to their death. Tis certainly a most accursed place.”

“Why would they do that?”

He looked gratified by her question. “Alastair Maclain, the chief of Glencoe, was supposed to swear allegiance to the crown by the first day of the year. But, he was detained.”

“Detained by who?”

“By the regiment that murdered him. They locked him in a closet and held him for a day, but that one day was enough to ensure that he didnae make the deadline. Leadin’ the regiment was Robert Campbell, sworn enemy to the MacDonalds, and he seized upon the chance to kill their Highland enemies.”

“What a cheater.”

Ronan nodded his head in acknowledgement.

“Is it haunted?”

“Tis said to be.”

“Well, maybe I’ll have to come back and see it sometime. Or maybe I’ll stay a few extra days?”

Monica looked over the back of her seat at Ashley, and grinned, before going back to her game.

She was feeling him out, seeing if he wanted her to stay. If he wasn’t interested, he shouldn’t be holding her hand and kissing her all the time.

If he was, she was more than willing to give him the perfect opening.

“I would no’ like to see ye go to such a place. Tis said those who’ve slept within the castle have felt a presence sitting upon their legs during the darkest hour. I would not think it to be a comfortable sensation, nor would I want to seek it out.”

She leaned in to whisper in his ear. “Are ghosts supposed to be afraid of ghosts?”

“Mmmphm.” His guttural snort indicated his disbelief and his brows crashed together. “As to that, me and mine did no harm to the livin’, I can assure ye.”

“All right, I didn’t mean to offend you,” she teased. “But I have to say this tour has been something of a disappointment in terms of ghosts. You’re the only one we’ve actually seen so far.”

“Count yerself lucky.”

She laughed, and looked out the window as they passed through a small village off to one side of the road. “Have you been here before?”

He finally shook his head. “I doonae recognize it.”

They rode in silence for a long while as she enjoyed the passing landscape. “Scotland really is beautiful. What are your favorite places?”

He seemed to consider for a long moment, and finally said, “I’ve often thought of Loch Leven. I used to swim and fish there almost every day. The place was home to wildfowl, ducks, ospreys. I can still remember the smell of the grasses near the shore.”

“That sounds nice,” she said softly.

“I used to roam the hills near Inchree Falls, and would sit there for hours watching the water run down the hill. In the summer, hills were covered in heather.”

Ashley watched him talk, the chiseled planes of his sigh-worthy face softening as he remembered.

“Once, there was a mornin’, when I was marchin’ with my regiment, and we crested the hill at Loch Garten. The water was sparkling with the early sun, and I thought it the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen.”

“I’d like to see that myself.”

She wrapped her arm around his, and leaned on his shoulder as she gazed out the window. “Tell me more.”

He proceeded to do just that, telling her of his favorite places, and she could hear the love of his country in his voice, devoted, affectionate, firm.

This trip would not be enough. Not enough time to see this extraordinary country, and certainly not enough time with Ronan.

She didn’t want to push him, wanted him to invite her to stay, or ask to visit her, or at the very least, get her phone number! But now wasn’t the time, though she’d certainly bring it up before the day was over.

In the meantime, she enjoyed his low baritone voice telling her of the places he’d been, the places he’d seen, and she listened as the countryside slid by.

Was it possible to fall in love with someone in one day?

Maybe, when it was right, it was just right?

She certainly hadn’t expected this when she’d come to Scotland, but she wasn’t a fool, and if Ronan was willing, and he seemed to be, she had every intention of seeing if a real relationship with him was possible.

There, driving down the A9 in Scotland toward their next haunted castle, Ashley realized she was very clear about one thing.

Somehow, someway, she was keeping him.

* * *

It took just over an hour to get to Glamis Castle, and Ashley enjoyed the view the entire time. The charming villages they passed through, the green fields, rolling hills, and most of all the feel of Ronan, warm, solid, and strong beside her.

“We’re coming up on the castle,” Lewis yelled back.

Everyone stirred as they drove down a long drive and through ornate gates, the castle coming into view in front of them was enough to take her breath away.

From the admiring murmurs, she wasn’t the only one who thought so. The reddish colored castle rose up before them, multiple turrets visible from the distance.

Logan stood. “Glamis Castle. This is thought to be one of the most beautiful castles in the UK, and many legends and myths have grown up around this castle from the beginning.”

Logan bent over to get a better look out the large front window. “In 1034, King Malcolm II was murdered here. Also, William Shakespeare used the place for the setting of his play, Macbeth. And a lady of the castle once poisoned her husband.

He held up a finger and swayed a bit and Ashley realized he’d been drinking. She stifled a laugh.

“But don’t you worry, because she didn’t get away with it. Eventually, she was accused of witchcraft and was burned at the stake.”

Logan gripped the side bars tightly. “Let’s see, there is said to be a secret room where a nobleman played cards with the devil himself.”

The bus pulled onto the grounds, directly in front of the castle.

Lewis gestured for Logan to lean down and they had a quick discussion that ended with Logan flapping a hand. “Never mind that!”

Some of their group realized he’d been drinking, as well, and there was some giggling around the bus.

Logan straightened and took a breath. “We have two hours here at the castle. The castle restaurant is expecting us in one hour, and as per what you ordered before-hand, should be ready on time.”

He looked around. “After lunch, we’ll get back on the bus and head toward Crathes Castle. In the meantime, enjoy the guided tour of the castle, and if you get a chance, go take a peek at the formal gardens. They are some of the best in England. See you at lunchtime!”

Logan took off, probably to find a bathroom, and the rest of them slowly made their way onto the dirt parking lot. The place was quite crowded, especially given the fact that it was in the middle of nowhere.

The castle was surrounded by trees and gardens. It rose up high, the turrets giving it a very fairy-tale feel.

“It’s so pretty,” Ashley said.

Ronan barely gave it a glance. He was searching the crowd, no doubt trying to find the familiar face of the thief from the night before.

Garth groaned. “It feels good to get out and walk.”

“Hear, hear,” agreed Monica.

They all made their way to the front door where a crowd seemed to be gathering.

They must’ve hit the tour just right, because they were gestured inside, and Ronan and Ashley were the last ones in.

The place was gorgeous; unlike Stirling, it was fully decorated, and they were led into a beautiful dining room, complete with long table, ornate chairs, and fully set with china, crystal, and silverware.

“Hello, all. If you’ve noticed, you’ve come at the favorite time of the year. It’s very popular in the month of October, due to the fact that we host ghost tours here. As Glamis Castle is famous for its hauntings, it seemed a natural fit.”

The girl, dressed something like a chambermaid with a cloth hat on her head, homespun dress and apron, smiled at them cheerily.

“Glamis Castle has played host to its fair share of ghosts and paranormal phenomenon over the centuries, but its most famous and peculiar tale is that of the monster. Follow me, please, as we make our way slowly through the castle.” She led the way across a beautiful foyer.

“In October, 1821, Lord Glamis and his wife joyfully welcomed their son and heir into the world. But tragically, he died soon after. It didn’t take long for the rumors to start. It was said that the boy was still alive, but was hideously deformed, and that to spare the family such a disgrace, a secret chamber was built within these walls, to hide the newest family member away forever.”

She continued her slow journey throughout the house, walking them into what looked to be a family room with comfortable furniture, a piano, old photos adorning the fireplace mantel, and books lining the walls.

“The monster was said to be quite hideous to look upon, and became even worse as he grew into adulthood. Big, barrel-chested, and covered with hair. Short arms and legs. A misshapen head set directly upon his shoulders.”

Next, they were led into a pink room, with pink furniture, pink walls, and paintings of ancestors. “It was said that at any given time there were only three people who knew about the abomination. The Lord himself, the factor, and the heir, but only when he came of age twenty-one.”

The girl stopped behind a high-backed chair and rested her hands upon it. “Whispers about the monster abounded for sixty years. At one point the new countess had a house party, and they began discussing what the secret could be. They decided to search for the secret room and hung sheets and towels from all of the windows in the house, then went outside. A single window remained unadorned. It is said that the Lord drove up, saw what his wife was doing, and put a stop to it, later divorcing her for her treachery.”

Ashley glanced up at Ronan to see he was as enthralled by the story as everyone.

They started moving again and, passing a spiral staircase that seemed to go up forever, they walked into a chamber with animal heads on a white stone wall, past ornate chairs, suits of armor, and even a small cannon.

“And then one day, all of the stories simply stopped. It has been said that the Monster of Glamis died, and that the secret died that very generation.”

The entire tour followed their guide up the stairs and into a bedroom. “Did you notice the stone seat outside the door as you came in? The ghost of a young servant boy has been seen sitting there on several occasions. He appears as a full-bodied apparition but has never been seen anywhere else in the castle.”

Their tour guide went on to tell of the woman without a tongue, a gray lady, who was supposed to have been burned at the stake, and the ghost of Earl Beardie, a cruel, twisted man who gambled with the devil, lost his soul, and could still be heard swearing and shouting throughout the castle.

They were soon excused to make room for the next tour, and Ronan tugged Ashley outside.

“What did you think?”

Ronan shook his head. “I think I’d not spend much time in that castle were it up to me.”

Ashley grinned. “A nice place to visit, but you wouldn’t want to live there?”

“Exactly,” he said emphatically. “Give me a green field under the stars any time.”

“A green field?”

"Aye, like the moor.”

She chuckled as hand-in-hand they started to walk the castle grounds, and down a long path with tall bushes on either side.

She just felt happy, and determined to enjoy it because part of her was waiting for the other shoe to drop. Waiting for whatever this was to be snatched away, because it was too good to be true.

They walked past a fountain spouting water when Ronan turned and she noticed the front zip on her backpack was unzipped.

“Ronan!”

Gaze sharp, he glanced at her, then studied those around them. “What is it?”

“My backpack!” She reached for it, slid it off his shoulder and turned it around to show him that the zipper was open. She quickly opened the other zip and breathed a sigh of relief to see her laptop still there.

Going through the front pouch her heart sank to realize two thumb drives were missing.

She let out a little moan of distress.

“What is it, lass?”

“I had two thumb drives in here. They’re gone.”

Ronan’s face darkened as he glanced around the area, but there was no villain to see, no one running away, just other tourists enjoying the gardens.

He drew in a breath, and exhaled loudly. “I’ve failed ye.”

Ashley felt in her bra, where she’d stored the thumb drive earlier. “No. I still have my thumb drive and he didn’t get the laptop. They’re not the ones that counted, they don’t have my newest program on them, though I’m sad to lose them, I have the information backed up, so I’m okay there.”

She looked up at him. “But it worries me that someone was that close.”

Ronan looked devastated. “I’m sorry, lass, truly I am.”

“It’s not your fault. I didn’t see anything either, but we were in a crowd of people, and no one said anything.”

Feeling sick to her stomach, Ashley stood and hugged the pack to her chest. It was over a year’s worth of work. She couldn’t lose it. “Maybe coming to Scotland wasn’t such a good idea after all.”

Ronan bunched his fists, open, then closed again, and looked around at the crowd.

She took a breath, and headed blindly down the path. “I don’t blame you for this, I promise. I didn’t see anything either.”

But from now on, she was just going to have to make sure she had her hand on it at all times.

The tour ended tonight, and she flew back home tomorrow morning.

But what about Ronan?

Feeling disoriented, she stopped, checked her laptop once again, just to make sure, and repacked it again. She drew in a breath, but couldn’t seem to get enough oxygen in her lungs. “It’s probably getting time for lunch. Shall we?”

Ronan nodded, reached for the pack, then drew his hand back when she didn’t offer it, but continued to hold it to her chest.

His head hanging, he walked beside her, his fists still opening and closing.

“I will do better by you, I swear it.”

“I know. It’s okay. I know.”

He released a harsh breath, placed a hand on her back, and they headed to the castle once more.

* * *

Ronan wanted to hit something.

Hurt someone.

Specifically, he’d like to wrap his hands around the thief’s neck and squeeze, or perhaps pummel, or throw him as far as he could.

The fact that he’d been standing there, guarding her pack, and the man’s slender fingers had dipped inside without his knowledge, made him want to break things.

Ashley’s trust in him was shattered.

How could it not be?

Soni had sent him here to protect her, to protect her ideas, and instead of proving himself strong and capable, he’d proved exactly the opposite.

They went into the dining room and were soon being served as Monica and Garth sat across from them.

Monica looked between the two of them. “Is everything all right?”

Ashley’s smile was more of a grimace. “Of course, just a little tired I guess.”

He’d noted before that she did not talk about her business, even with her friends. He was the only one who had been trusted with her secrets, with her possessions.

Ashley carried on a conversation with her friends as they talked about the different ghosts, and the monster, and if the rumors could’ve been true.

He cared not for any of that. He looked around the dining room frequently, but didn’t know why he bothered.

The man, the thief, would be long gone by now, thinking he’d gotten away with her plans.

He carefully considered who’d been in their tour group, but he’d been paying more attention to the stories, and Ashley, than to those around them.

Why had he considered them safe in such surroundings?

Of course, a thief would strike when they had their guard down.

He knew that Ashley hadn’t actually lost her ideas, that she still had the information and it had not been compromised, but he couldn’t get past the fact that it could have been.

On his watch, she could have lost everything.

As the meals were served and eaten, Ronan barely touched his food, feeling he didn’t deserve to eat.

“Ronan, you’re not eating. You need to keep up your strength.”

The strength that had failed her? No wonder she worried. No doubt her trust was completely gone.

He picked up his food, barely noting what he ate, and finished it quickly.

However the thief had tricked him, it would not happen again.

Dark thoughts shifted within him as he glanced at the pack Ashley had settled on her lap.

When the thief realized his failure, he’d no doubt try again.

Ronan would be waiting.