At the Laird's bidding - completed

Chapter Two

As Andrew walked through the large three bedroom modern home, he could see it had no heart. Elsbeth, since she moved in a few days ago, hadn't unpacked her personal belongings, just the basics. Ana constant complaints were driving him up the wall and wanted to shake her to make her see sense, it wasn't his fault. He was also sick of the threats, the deep growls in her throat, every time she sees him. He would have to buy her a muzzle, so she couldn't bite him. No matter what Elsbeth said, she would take a chunk out of him, if she had a chance.

Digging hands into his pants pockets, he turned towards Elsbeth. "You're not happy here are you?"

She shrugged. It seemed the life had been sucked out of her. Less than a fortnight he was gone for good, back to Scotland, and was struck by a thought. There was plenty of room and it might be what she needed to pull out of this runt she was in. She could travel with him, so it would be an easier trip for her. "How would you like to go back to Scotland Elsbeth?" Her head shot up and eyes glowed back to life. "I myself have to go back, you could travel with me. I have plenty of room. You have been through a huge emotional rough patch. Away from it all, so we can discuss your future. If you want to stay here or find a new home. I would see you right, Elsbeth Stewart."

"You're far too kind Andrew Ross," she blinked back forming tears. "My Sean would have liked you very much. How long since you have been home?"

He stared down at his polished black Italian shoes. "Far too long." He glanced across. "Do I have to organise a passport for you."

"Not for me, however, you would for Ana." His lips parted that hadn't been apart of his plans. "Did you really think I would leave my granddaughter behind, and believe me, she won't let you take me out of the country. Trust me on that, so it's only logical she would have to come along as well and you would have to be very persuasive. She's a stubborn one."

"You're telling me something I already know." Rolling his eyes, "if I must."

"You must and just be your charming self."

"Ha! That one wants to rip my throat out."

"For now, but that would wear off." Elsbeth wave away then frowned thoughtfully. "You do seem to get her hot under the collar more than most." She chuckled. "All fire and sparks, the room crackles."

"Don't you mean self combustion?"

"Really! What are you doing here?!"

Andrew arched a brow at Elsbeth before he looked across to the blistering ginger head, who had entered. "Don't you knock?" he asked. He couldn't help it, he just loved baiting her and waited for the explosion.

Green eyes widened. Elsbeth shook her head. "I don't have to," she spat charging into the lounge room. "Come to fix all the problems of this dud I hope."

"Most except for one," he noted dryly to be given a warning look from Elsbeth.

"Thank you young lad. I'd let you know," Elsbeth eyes darted to the door to give him his exit and did. Exit stage left, however, he paused at Ana's side who glared at him with such fire in her eyes, arms crossed, stiffed back. He brushed a finger across her soft creamy pale freckled cheek.

"Careful lassie or you'd burst a vessel, we don't want blood on the carpet." He lowered his head to pause at the deep growl in her throat. Laughing, he headed out. "I'm going to love taming this one," he said on his departing.

Ana swung on her Gran. "What did he want? Really the man should be banned from here. He's here more than I am," she spat. "And what did he mean about taming me. Ha! He's in for a shock, if he comes near me again, I'm getting a restraining order on him! Now I'll have to have the place disinfectant!"