Chapter Twelve
Two weeks later
“Here we are.” Duncan came to a stop and draped an arm around Leda’s shoulders. “My cottage.”
Leda caught her breath. “Duncan, it’s beautiful!” Her gaze traveled over the small cottage of stone and wood. Smoke curled from the chimney and trellises of roses climbed the walls.
He pulled her gently against him. “You’re the first person I’ve ever brought here,” he said. “Not even Cait saw this place.”
Leda had known about Duncan’s little cottage on the edge of the estate since she’d come to Glenparry. Ian showed it to her on one of their earliest treks together, but she’d never been inside it. Duncan had always been very possessive of the place he used for his solitude. Indeed, the little house was very secluded, tucked in between the edge of a forest a
