Page 61 of The Highlander's Princess Bride
“Logan,” he burst out. “Logan has finally come home.”
Kade’s face went slack. “Truly?”
Grant nodded. “He just arrived.”
“Does Nick know?”
“Royal’s gone to fetch him.”
Before Victoria could say a word, Kade flew off the chaise and pelted for the door.
“Kade, don’t run,” she called after him.
When his older brother started to follow, she came to her feet. “Grant, please wait one moment.”
He turned, vibrating with impatience.
“Tell me who Logan is,” she said.
“My older brother.”
“Anotherbrother?”
“Half-brother, actually. Logan is second oldest, after Nick. His mother was my father’s first countess.”
Victoria realized she was gaping at him like a trout. “Why have I never heard about him before?”
Grant shifted uncomfortably. “Because Nick doesn’t like to talk about him. They had . . . a falling out.”
His lordship didn’t like to talk about his wife, either. The man seemed to have a great many secrets.
Like you?
“If you don’t mind, Miss Knight,” Grant said, “I’ve got to go downstairs. I’m not sure what’s going to happen when Nick finds out Logan’s here.”
She scurried to catch up with him. “I’ll come with you.”
“Maybe you’d better not,” he said as she hurried beside him in the corridor. “There might be some fireworks. Nick told Logan never to come back to Kinglas. In fact, none of us have seen him in over six years. He’s been in Canada.”
“Why would the earl exile him?” she asked breathlessly, all but trotting to keep up with his long-legged stride.
As they reached the landing at the top of the main staircase, he came to a halt so sudden that her soft leather shoes slipped on the polished floors. He grabbed her by the arm.
“Don’t fall, miss.” Grant had a knack for stating the obvious.
Annoyed, Victoria pushed an errant lock of hair away from her face. But tart words died on her tongue when she took in Grant’s worried expression. He was normally the cheeriest of young men, impervious to all but the most severe setdown from his big brother. Right now, though, he looked almost frightened.
She could hear voices below in the entrance hall. Ignoring them, she rested a gentle hand on Grant’s forearm. “What is it, my dear?”
He glanced past her, as if making sure they weren’t overhead. “You know that Nick was married.”
“Yes. I’m aware that the earl doesn’t like to speak of her loss.”
“That’s not the only loss he doesn’t like to speak about.”
“Go on.”
He seemed to debate with himself for a few moments before capitulating. “You’ll find out anyway, so I might as well tell you. Nick and his wife had a son—a little boy named Cameron.”
