So... this is short but I had kinda a writer's block today but I knew what I wanted to get across. And it's meant to be a little confusing but it's all part of the mystery and suspense!! :)
Chapter 4
I got back to my cottage around 3 PM and the sun was already setting in the sky. I still didn't know what to think of so called 'Logan'. But damn was he one hot Irish man. My thoughts strayed back to his powerful, manly scent as it wafted around my senses, and the way he stared into my eyes while insisting on me knowing at least his first name.
I didn't have the time to daydream about him though. Today I was exploring and getting a tour of my biggest focus while in this beautiful country.
I was making a visit to Carrigane Castle. It was once a beautiful palace ( probably still beautiful) that held many servants, royals, pets and so on. It had it's own little government inside those castle doors.
Supposedly now it's just a lonely man who lives there. I hear he's in his middle to late twenties. I don't know much more than that besides the fact that his "ancestors" were the castle owners before the 19th century. And he has no family left, no wife, kids or animals. Just a few lowly servants. I, personally, can't see how anyone could stay sane in a castle that big all by themselves with the small company of workers.
But that day when I actually arrived at the estate, I got a whole different idea of how lonely he really was, yet I understood how someone would want to live here.
As my escort drove me up the windy cliffside my attention was fully captured by the huge, dark, masculine stone building set before me. Three huge pillars on top of the building loomed over the ground that was filled with wildflowers and the deepest green color grass. A concrete fountain sat in the center of the loop where long ago, horses and buggies carried their royal hothouse flowers right to the steps of the castle for a midnight ball.
I took in the giant large cherry wood doors that held in many memories of this great beauty's past times.
" Milady? You may already know but this castle is not open to many folk like you. The young man keeps mostly to himself but when he heard of ye comin' all the way from America e' thought it twoud' only be fair to let ye inside."
" Well, it is certainly a great pleasure to be an exception to his ways. I won't cause any trouble at all while being here. You see I need inspiration for my art."
" Ay madam so yer an artist aye?"
" Yes sir, I have studied a lot of the ancient cathedrals and estates in England."
" Well maybe you can make this one of yer best aye?" He looked at me through the rearview and I returned the smile with a nod to the head. " I'll just be waitin' here for ye when ya get back."
I thanked the driver and got out walking to the steps. I looked down at my feet and took a deep breath before raising my hand to knock when... the door swung open wide.
~~Anonymous POV~~
I peered down at her through my study window, watching her grace as she walked up my stairs. I didn't know what had gotten into me when I heard about a young American girl wanting to explore my home. They told me she was curious of my " ancestors" who once lived here.
But she didn't know the real story. What she would someday find out is the so called ancestors are more real than she thinks.
She paused and I got another glimpse of her face. It was breathtaking and I had no idea why. She wasn't my type and I personally didn't think she was anything special. But when we previously met... my heart was filled with mini explosions.
I had this certain feeling in my gut that I needed to protect her and keep her near me all the time. Of course that couldn't happen without it being conspicuous.
I turned from the dark pained window running a hand through my dark hair. I had no idea what I was going to do. But in the meantime I figured I might as well make myself busy forcing this girl to like me and see what happens from there.
