If You Give A Girl A Viscount

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

A month later

Charlie paced about his bedchamber at the Keep; he’d installed himself in the one where he’d shared so many passionate moments with Daisy. The invitations to the ceilidh had gone out that very morning. The event would be held three days hence, following two days’ hunting with his male guests and some of his good friends in the village.

But would Daisy come?

He had no idea.

She must. She simply must! He wanted her at the center of his life. It was why he’d been working so hard all these weeks, day in and day out. Along with every other able-bodied man in the area, he’d been revitalizing the Keep but spending even more time restoring Castle Vandemere—fixing its sagging drawbridge, cleaning out the smoking chimneys, and rebuilding the crumbling hearths.

He’d done it for Daisy. He’d done it to show her that he wasn’t afraid to lavish his money on things she loved. He would spend money freely because he knew she would love him even if he never fixed Castle Vandemere.

He trusted her, and he loved her.

But how to explain all this to Daisy? How to make her see that he’d changed? He was still the same man—ridiculously wealthy—but he was a new man. He’d always known his wealth didn’t define him, but he’d also never been sure what did.

Now he knew. And he trusted that his actions would show other people what kind of man he was, too.

He could let go of that wall he’d put up between himself and the rest of the world. He could let go and let people in.

Somehow he would prove all this to Daisy at the ceilidh.

He wondered if he’d taken too big a risk staying away from her so long. It had tortured him, this separation. What if it hadn’t bothered her? Perhaps she’d already forgotten about him.

Not that he’d had much time to dwell on that concern. His guests from London had arrived. His grandmother, God bless her, had made the long trek up to the Highlands. She was Daisy’s godmother, she’d said in her return letter to him, and she wanted to see her for herself after all these years.

Several family members had accompanied Grandmother—two of Charlie’s sisters and their husbands, as well as their children. And then there were his best friends—Harry, Nicholas, and Stephen. They’d come up with their wives and children, as well. Even Stephen’s new baby had made the trip.

The Keep was loud and noisy at the moment. He loved being with people who loved him, people who wanted him happy. And it made sense that when you were taking a massive gamble, you’d surround yourself with people who love you even if you were to fall flat on your face.

“So you’re back to spending money like water,” Nicholas told him with a chuckle.

They were in the library—just Charlie and his very best friends.

“It needed to be done,” Charlie replied. “My parents have restored my access to the family money, now that I’ve explained that I’ve … matured. I’m drawing funds from a bank in Edinburgh.”

“You lucky dog,” said Nicholas. “This is a magnificent place. How you could have overlooked it in your portfolio of properties—”

“It’s easy when you’re as rich as Charlie,” Harry said. “You have an entire staff handling everything from business matters to the color of your coats.”

Charlie shifted uneasily. “Yes, well, I won’t be allowing that to happen anymore. I’m going to be much more hands-on from here on out. It’s my life, and I won’t have anyone else shape it for me.”

“My,” said Harry.

Charlie watched as his friends all exchanged surprised glances.

“Why the change of heart?” Stephen asked.

Charlie chuckled. “Because of this journey north. I’ve had opportunity to, shall I say, reflect.”

Harry laughed. “The trip’s obviously been full of lots of surprises.”

“Yes,” Charlie replied.

“So have you solved Miss Montgomery’s problem, whatever it is?” Stephen asked.

Charlie took a swig of Joe’s fine whisky. “No. Not yet.”

“When will you?” Harry asked.

“I hope to soon,” Charlie said vaguely.

“What’s her problem, exactly?” Nicholas leaned back in his comfortable club chair and waited.

Charlie was dreading this part. “She wanted to raise the feu duty for Castle Vandemere so she wouldn’t lose her home. That’s it in a nutshell.”

And then he explained what he knew about the history of the property and how he’d unknowingly acquired it five years before.

Harry shook his head. “So you’re the one she owes the money to?”

Charlie nodded, feeling a bit sick to his stomach. “Yes. Neither of us knew that, of course. I was to help her earn the funds.”

And then he told them all about the international visitors and the attempt to create a Highland experience for them. “It started off well but turned into a huge disaster.”

He told them the details, including the portion about how Miss Montgomery and her family vacated Castle Vandemere. There was an uncomfortable silence in the room.

Charlie winced. “I told her she could stay, but she refused. And now they’re all living in a little cottage in the glen, and I hear they could put down only six months’ rent. I have no idea what will happen to her after the lease is up.”

The silence went on for a bit longer.

“Well?” Charlie looked around at his friends. Every one of them was brooding, staring at the floor or at his boots or the fire.

Finally, Harry cleared his throat. “It seems to me she’s much worse off than she was when you came up here to help her.”

Nicholas shook his head. “God, man, this is a disaster.”

“A veritable catastrophe,” echoed Stephen.

Charlie stood up. “That’s not the worst of it.” He went to the fire and turned around to face them. “I love her. I love her desperately. And she hates me. I’m almost sure of it.”

“Why?” asked Nicholas.

Charlie sighed. “She told me she loved me, and I—I rejected her. I told her I couldn’t trust her, that I would never know if she loved me or simply wanted Castle Vandemere back.”

“You ass,” said Stephen.

Charlie rubbed a palm over his face. “I deserve that,” he muttered.

“Yes, you do,” Stephen said, “but every man in this room has been an ass to the woman he loves. So cheer up. We’ll help you get through this.”

“Right,” said Harry.

“With flying colors,” added Nicholas. “You’ll win her back.”

“I already have a plan,” Charlie said.

“That’s what this is all about, isn’t it?” asked Harry. “Rebuilding and inviting us up here. Entertaining us in style and throwing a lavish ball.”

“Yes,” said Charlie. “It’s all to win the girl. But it’s funny. If I can get her back, I’m confident it will be on my own merits. Not because of the money.”

“That’s the spirit,” Stephen said. “And that’s the kind of girl we want for you, someone who loves Charlie-the-charmer and merely puts up with Charlie-the-moneybags.”

“Yeah.” Harry rolled his eyes. “The moneybags is a bit sickening, but we’ll endure him.”

“Right,” said Charlie, throwing an unlit cheroot at Harry and hitting him in the forehead.

Harry leaped from his chair and put Charlie in a headlock, which Charlie promptly broke and then pinned Harry to the floor. But then Harry swiped him with a strong leg thrust and rolled away, in the process knocking over an end table with a vase on it—a vase Stephen caught handily.

While Charlie and Harry lay breathless on the floor, Nicholas put his foot on Harry’s stomach. Stephen did the same to Charlie.

Nicholas raised his glass, and Stephen followed suit, replacing the vase with his snifter.

“Come on, now,” said Harry. “We need to join you.”

So Nicholas and Stephen let their two friends stand and take their own glasses to the air.

“To Charlie,” Nicholas said. “He lost his bet to us in a very big way.”

“Slainte,” Charlie said.

And as his friends repeated the toast, he felt a spark of hope.