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Celia sat on the edge of her seat as their private car turned down the long drive toward the Kincade estate. She rolled down the window nearest her, taking in the sweet, piney air that was softened with the aroma of blooming rhododendrons. The castle off in the distance was a rambling thing, but rather than being a dark and forbidding structure, it seemed almost bright in the sunlight because of its smooth stones. The sloping hills around the structure gave way to a loch with waters that reflected the blue summer sky. To the east, there were extensive gardens and a flock of sheep just off the road, a beautiful Scottish collie sitting nearby, eyes locked on his wards. Lord Kincade’s castle looked even better in reality that it had in the pictures.
Carter peered out his window. “Now thi
