TITLE: Where's Virginia?
GENRE: Contemporary Romance/mystery/suspense
EMOTION: Enraged frustration. At him. At Virginia. At herself.
Her daffy friend Virginia is suddenly getting married on a short trip she
won on a radio program to Scottish Highlands. Daphne has arrived at Castle
Craig as she was instructed. But he has denied any marriage plans and
claims he has never heard of Virginia. Daphne is temporarily stranded in
this remote location, and he is a very reluctant host.
"Follow me." His voice was brine.
"I'll leave my bag on the porch."
"Sorry but you can't."
"More cannots!" You irritating piece of...
"But that's absurd. It's heavy and..."
"That door hasn't been opened in thirty years." His head tilted at the huge
She looked at the large wooden thing. Leadlight side windows filthy,
lacklustred and cobwebbed. "Must say it doesn't surprise me. The welcomes
here aren't exactly a thrill a minute."
She picked up the bag which was heavier than ever. It'd never roll through
the stones to wherever he was going to lead her.
"If you ask me I will carry it for you," he said most ungraciously.
"If you offered I'd say yes!" Her voice was snippier than she intended.
She wasn't snippy by nature but this guy sure was frustrating.
"Here." He handed her the dead birds. "Carry these."
"I hope that's the only thing you shoot around here." She eyed the wet
bundle and realized too late that there was blood on her gloves. Yew!!!
"Actually, they're pheasant."
"They're bred for killing."