Chapter OneSeven Years Later
The door to the buttery slammed open. "A stranger's just come, my lady," said Amauri, the porter, as breathless as if he had run all the way from Carlisle. "He claims he's your husband."
Johanna turned around so quickly the wide cuff of her surcoat tipped over a crock of honey. Fighting back panic, she righted the jar before the sticky contents spilled onto the workbench. Were it not for the fear in the servant's eyes, she would have accused him of teasing her. "He said nothing else?"
Amauri's mouth pinched with disapproval. "Only that he was Drummond Macqueen...