"We dinnae usually have so many visitors in Kinraddie," he admitted, a hint of suspicion in his voice. Not about her particularly, but with so many buying up the land, and so many appearing on his land, it was enough to make him look over his shoulder.
"But- he doesn't live in Scotland anymore?" he asked for confirmation. His look changed as he smiled broadly. "Oh, good man. I think I like him, already. Except for abandoning you in the middle of the Mearns," he conceded. "Aye. I'm used to the rain," he told her.