It’s as if I lost both of them at one and the same time.” Edana gave a fretful sigh. “And now she’s gone, your papa is never here. I would nae have missed those moments for anything.” “I needed to be here with Mama after she grew ill. “I do wish your father had sent you to a proper boarding school.” “Dear, it’s ‘out,’ not ‘oot.’ ” Edana sighed heavily. “Perhaps Her Grace is oot in the carriage, or going for a ride, or . . . Poor Natasha does not know the dangers of our highland countryside.” Tall and willowy, with carefully crafted dyed-gold hair that echoed the true color that had faded years ago, Edana fought valiantly to keep age from robbing her of the famed MacGregor beauty. “I mean what I said: the duchess is nowhere to be found.” Dressed in black, a color Lady Edana had assumed on the death of her husband, the late earl, more than ten years earlier, she made an impressive figure. Lady Edana MacGregor Mackenzie, the Dowager Countess Cromartie, fluttered her lace handkerchief. “What do you mean, she’s ‘gone missing’?” Lady Ailsa Mackenzie put down the letter she’d been reading and eyed her grandmother with disbelief. Find her online at follow her on Twitter and on Facebook at Excerpt. When not stalking hot Australian actors, getting kicked out of West Virginia thanks to the antics of her extended family, or adding to her considerable shoe collection, Karen is getting chocolate on her keyboard while writing her next delightfully fun and sexy historical romance. Karen Hawkins is the New York Times bestselling author of some of the funniest and freshest Scottish romances.
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