She had smiled at Alistair as she spoke and he had replied,
“Just like you, my darling, and who could be more adorable in every way?”
As they looked at each other, they had forgotten that Pepita was there and, as her sister turned to whisper something to her husband, Pepita slipped from the room, thinking that it was just impossible for two people to be any happier.
Their joy at being with each other seemed to light the whole house with a sunshine that came from within themselves rather than from the sky above them.
‘That is what I want to feel,’ Pepita told herself.
She knew now that there was only one man who could make her feel like that, the man she had been conscious of ever since she had arrived in Scotland.
Only to look at Torquil sitting at the other end of the table made her
