Chapter 9
“You’re in love with her.”
Lachlan tensed. He and Cameron leaned against the short wall of the terrace. Before them, in the field between the gardens, Daphne and Eliza played with a sheepdog that belonged to one of the tenant farmers who had come to speak with Lachlan’s groundskeeper.
“No, I like her. She’s a bonnie lass and—”
“You can lie to yourself, old friend, but never to me.” Cameron’s teasing tone softened, “I know you’ve convinced yourself you don’t deserve love, not after losing William, but you’re wrong. You deserve her. You deserve joy in your life. It’s what he would have wanted for you.”
Cameron touched Lachlan’s shoulder. The truth of his friend’s words seemed to reverberate through his body with the sound and clarity of the bells hanging in the tower of the Ki
