Here With Me (Adair Family 1)

I’d never had one again.

Not even after the shooting.

Shit.

“Do you want to tell me what happened?” Lucy asked.

I sighed and pushed off the castle, nodding to my SUV. “Not here.”

I wanted as far away from Mac and the Adairs as I could get.

14

Robyn

The first thing I should have done was check in on Mac.

Instead, I told the security guy, Pete, who’d let me onto the estate the next morning, that I wanted to use the gym. Pete, whose British accent I couldn’t quite place, had clearly been told I had the run of the estate because he offered no objection to me driving my SUV to the gym.

Lucy let it slip how much it cost to be a member at Ardnoch, and it made sense that Lachlan went all out with the facilities. The joining fee was £35,000, and members had to pay an annual fee of £7000 after that. He’d also sold several of the houses and lodges on the estate to members and rented out the others. Those staying in the castle paid for their rooms like they would in a hotel. The annual fee covered the exclusivity, privacy, security, food, drink, and all the facilities but not accommodation fees. There were a thousand members. The owner of Ardnoch Castle and Estate made millions every year but employed a lot of people to keep his members happy.

It still seemed ludicrous that someone would be willing to spend what was a year’s annual salary in joining fees, just to say they were a member of some elite club in the Scottish Highlands.

Lucy had seen the look on my face and admonished me. “You don’t know what it’s like being hounded constantly. To never have privacy. To always feel on display. Ardnoch offers a break from that, where we get to hang out with people who understand. And make no mistake, it’s also the place where business is done, where movies and television shows get green-lighted and actors get a chance at the roles of a lifetime. For those of us who have it, that £35K and the annual fee is a drop in the ocean for what it provides us over the long term. The waiting list to get into Ardnoch is in the thousands. And while many of those people do just want in so they can say they’re a member, a lot of us are here because it makes us happy, and it’s a sound business decision.”

“I’m sorry,” I apologized. “I didn’t mean to judge.”

Lucy shrugged. “It’s hard for outsiders to understand.”

Outsider.

Lucy hadn’t meant any harm in using the word; in fact, she’d been nothing but sweet to me yesterday, escorting me around the village after my panic attack. We visited boutiques I hadn’t had time to go into yet and introduced me to the owners who all seemed to be on a first-name basis with her. Janet from the tourist shop sold a weird mix of what Lucy called “tat”—cheap “Scottish”-related items, such as mugs, key rings, scarves, hats, magnets, shortbread, and this amazing sugary treat called tablet—and more expensive and exclusive items, like whisky locked in a glass cabinet and handcrafted jewelry.

We also visited the affable and funny Moira Siddiqui and her husband Suveer, confectioners and owners of Moira’s Chocolate Box. And their chocolates were amazing! I bought a box for Mac and a box for myself and cursed Lucy for bringing me into the store because I was pretty sure I was addicted to the expensive treats.

Then we’d had lunch at a café tucked down one of the side streets and chatted for hours.

She hadn’t pushed about what had spurred on the attack.

But that word … outsider … I guess that’s what caused it.

Lachlan had called me an outsider, but watching Mac with Thane’s kids, with them all, had shown me that’s exactly what I was. And it reduced me to an insecure, unwanted teen. It chafed to have anyone make me feel that way again.

The fact that I’d embarrassed myself in front the Adairs was icing on the cake of mortifying myself in front of Mac. There was no way he wouldn’t want to know what had prompted my melodramatic departure, and as it turned out, I still wasn’t ready to confront him. I avoided him instead. It was so unlike me, and my failure grated.

I’d promised Lucy I’d be on the estate for our session with Eredine, but I showed up a little early because I’d remembered the boxing bags in the gym. Nothing sounded better than punching and kicking that bag as an outlet for the emotions I didn’t know how to deal with.

When I arrived at the gym, it was still early, and I wasn’t surprised to find there was only one other person there, a guy I couldn’t quite make out was on a bench press at the back of the large, well-equipped room.