Someone came after me last night. And I would not be terrorized by the Ardnoch stalker. I wanted this whole thing over. Whoever the man behind the mask, I was beginning to think he was a puppet, and I wanted to chat with the person I suspected might be pulling his strings.

My plan was to find Lachlan and ask him to bring Sarah to me. As I stepped inside the main reception of the castle, its owner stood over the coffee table situated between the two sofas in the center of the space. He was on the phone and looked up upon my entrance.

His expression was unclear. “I need to go … yeah … see you then.” He hung up and turned toward me. “Robyn.”

I tried and failed not to like the sound of him saying my name. I’d been Ms. Penhaligon for most of my stay, and it made me feel like my mother. Ignoring how effortlessly sexy he looked, and always looked, in his white shirt and black suit pants, I walked toward him. “We need to talk.”

He glanced over his shoulder and then back at me. “Not here. My office.”

Before I could speak another word, he marched away. I hurried to keep up with his long strides as I followed him out of reception and toward the back of the castle into the staff quarters. Part of me worried he’d pull what he pulled yesterday—haul me into his office to have his wicked way.

This time I would need a little willpower because I was on a mission.

As soon as his door closed behind us, however, he turned to face me. He leaned against his desk and crossed his arms over his chest. “I’d like to say something first.”

I mirrored him, crossing my arms. “Okay?”

He gave me an expression that I would come to picture in the future when I was at a boxing bag. Pitying and patronizing. “What happened between us won’t happen again. Call it a moment of madness. Two moments of madness. But they’re over. I kissed you against my better sense, and I won’t jeopardize my friendship with Mac over …” He gestured to me.

Over someone like me.

The rejection hurt. No lie. Rejection always stung. But there was no way I’d let him see it.

I rolled my eyes and dropped my arms to my sides. “Adair, as impossible as this may seem to you, I didn’t come here to talk about you attacking me with your mouth. Twice.”

He opened said mouth to argue, but I cut him off.

“I have more important things on my mind than you. In fact, I’ve already forgotten our not-memorable moments together.” I savagely enjoyed the flash of anger in his eyes. “I’m here because I need you to bring Sarah McCulloch to me. It’s past time I interviewed her about the stalker.”

Scowling, he pushed up off the desk and took a few steps toward me.

I didn’t retreat because it felt like he wanted me to.

“Sarah has been interviewed by the police and by Mac.”

“She hasn’t been interviewed by me.”

“Why the sudden need?”

Lying about the threat that was left in my trailer went against my nature, but I couldn’t trust him not to tell Mac. And I didn’t want Mac to know for several reasons. “I’ve hit a wall with the evidence. I just want to make sure I haven’t missed anything.”

Lachlan studied me carefully. As if he didn’t quite believe me. I held his gaze and tried to ignore the awareness that tingled across my skin. I could still feel the tickle of his beard, his hot mouth, his electric touch.

To my chagrin, I found myself unconsciously taking a step back.

Lachlan’s eyes flickered down to my feet and back up again. Then he stepped away, creating more space between us.

I almost exhaled loudly in relief but managed to check it.

“Fine. I’ll call Sarah in here.”

“I want to talk to her alone.”

He gave me a tight nod. “Then you may use my office.”

“Very generous of you.”

Lachlan threw me an unamused look but called housekeeping. It didn’t take long to track Sarah, and together we waited in silence for her arrival.

We were locked in a staring contest that would probably be funny to an outsider, but not to me. My trailer got trashed because of this tosser (another British insult I wasn’t quite sure I knew the meaning of, but I liked the sound of it), and my family was threatened, all because he couldn’t keep his hands to himself. And yes, I kissed him back, but I wasn’t the one who had insinuated he wasn’t worth the hassle.

Though I certainly thought it now!

Suddenly his cool gaze dipped down my body and back up again, and his nostrils flared before he looked away.

Guess I won the contest.

Not that it felt like a triumph.