15
It was early in the evening when Lydia, Brodie, and Rafe finally arrived in Edinburgh. They’d taken care to travel more slowly after one of their horses threw a shoe and they’d had to stop halfway to Edinburgh to have a new one put on.
Now the coach rattled over the cobblestones of Edinburgh’s Old Town, which jolted Lydia awake, much to Brodie’s dismay. He had been enjoying holding her in his arms, perhaps too much. She was the perfect weight when settled on his lap, and he didn’t want to let her go.
“Are we here?” she asked as she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes.
“Aye.” He wondered how far away they were from Lennox’s townhouse. Rafe had said it was on the Royal Mile, an ancient street that wound its way up to the old castle.
They came to a stop. Brodie climbed out and escorted L
