Page 71 of Death on a Scottish Train

I became a bit more self-aware, enough to realize most of the pub had stopped what they were doing to listen.

I glanced behind me and then smiled. “I’ll tell you the specifics later. But I need you to go shopping with me. I need a dress for a special occasion.”

She clapped her hands together. “Do you have a date?” she whispered.

I nodded.

“With whom?”

The pub was still unnaturally quiet. “I’ll tell you when we go shopping. For now, I need a full Scottish. I have a long day ahead.”

“Fine, I’ll get your breakfast, but I need you to text me who your date is. I may die of anticipation if you don’t.”

I laughed but did as she asked.

I heard her phone ding in the kitchen.

When she came out her eyes were wide. “It’s about time,” she whispered.

“What do you mean?”

“You two have been circling around each other for months now. It’s good you have a proper date.”

“I don’t know what you’re saying, I think I’m helping him keep his mother at bay. That said, I still want to look nice, it is for his mother’s gala.”

“Oh, I’ll be there as well. It’s why we scheduled the time for families to enjoy the carnival on Friday night. So we could get away. I think Jasper is doing part of the catering, he’ll be there as well. Oh, and Angie and her husband were invited. The whole gang will be attending.”

I laughed hard.

“What is it?” She whispered again.

“He has to know that you all will be there. He probably didn’t want me to feel left out.”

She scrunched up her face. “I’m going to say something I shouldn’t.”

“What’s that?”

“He isn’t someone who has trouble finding a beautiful woman to be at his side, if you know what I mean. That he asked you, I’d say is significant. He wants to spend time with you.”

“I hadn’t thought of it that way,” I said. “I mean, I know about the celebrity dates.” The town loved their laird, and he was quite often the talk of the older set, all of whom thought it was time for him to settle down.

“As I said, it’s about time.”

“Speaking of time, when is your shift over? I have patients until three. Then I thought I’d hit up Lulu’s to see if she has anything new.”

“Oh, she does, vintage and contemporary. I was talking to her earlier this morning when she came in. She told me I needed to stop by and shop for a dress for the talent show and maybe the dance Sunday night.”

“Oh, I forgot about the dance on Sunday. I’ll need something for that as well.”

“This is going to be fun.” She clapped her hands together.

An hour later, I had finished my meal and was about to head to the office when I noticed Jacks’s partner embracing a woman who seemed familiar to me. I’d seen her before. She was platinum blonde and wore four-inch heels with her short skirt.

I’d gone through the files on Jeremy Burns, and I thought I’d read he was married. I was quite sure this wasn’t his wife. Though, they didn’t seem to be worried about hiding their relationship as they kissed.

Being the creeper that I am, I took a quick snapshot with my cell. They were kissing, and didn’t notice me, for which, I was grateful.

Who is the mystery woman?