Macgowan Meets His Match

“I’m not looking for a personal relationship with you.

“I don’t have time for flirting or any of that nonsense. I need a skilled assistant. That’s all.”

Jenna fought to hang on to her temper. Fighting for control, she studied the man, allowing her gaze to slide over him from his curls to his rather large feet. Eventually she raised her eyes to meet his and said, “Tell me, Sir Ian, are you always this obnoxious or did I luck out and catch you on a bad day? I can’t for the life of me imagine why you think that I—or any other self-respecting woman, for that matter—would be interested in having a relationship with you.”

He looked startled for a moment, then gave her a boyish grin that was wholly unexpected…and devastatingly attractive. “You’ll do, Ms. Craddock. You’ll do.”

Dear Reader,

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Annette Broadrick concludes her SECRET SISTERS trilogy with MacGowan Meets His Match. When a woman comes to Scotland looking for a job and the key to unlock the mystery surrounding her family, she finds both—with the love of a lifetime thrown in!—in the Scottish lord who hires her. In The Black Sheep Heir, Crystal Green wraps up her KANE’S CROSSING miniseries with the story of the town outcast who finds in the big, brooding stranger hiding out in her cabin the soul mate she’d been searching for.

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MacGowan Meets His Match

Annette Broadrick

www.millsandboon.co.uk

This book is dedicated to Anna Vinson, a dear friend who had the nerve to leave Texas and move to Colorado.

I miss you. Thank goodness for e-mail and phone calls!

ANNETTE BROADRICK

believes in romance and the magic of life. Since 1984, Annette has shared her view of life and love with readers. In addition to being nominated by Romantic Times as one of the Best New Authors of that year, she has also won the Romantic Times Reviewers’ Choice Award for Best in its Series; the Romantic Times WISH Award; and the Romantic Times Lifetime Achievement Awards for Series Romance and Series Romantic Fantasy.

Contents

Prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Prologue

Sydney, Australia

Early February 2004

“Resigning! What do you mean you’re resigning!” Jenna Craddock’s employer sputtered. Basil Fitzgerald was a lovable bearlike man, happily married to the same woman for forty-five years. He was gruff and abrupt, his camouflage for a tender heart.

Jenna was going to miss him.

“Why would you leave a perfectly good position after six years? What do you want? More money? More holiday time? Talk to me!”

Jenna had known he would not be happy with her announcement. She sat in front of his desk, her hands folded in her lap while she waited for him to stop blustering.

“My leaving has nothing to do with my position with you. It’s a personal matter.”

“Oh. You’re getting married, huh?”

Jenna laughed. “Of course not. When have I had time to date with such a slave master as you?” she teased. “I’m moving to the U.K. I’ve been saving for years for the chance to return as an adult and explore.”

“Fine. Then take a leave of absence and go. There’s no reason to resign.”

“I have no idea how long I might be gone. Once there, I may decide to stay. I don’t want to leave here with you thinking I’ll be back.”

“Nonsense. You’re an Australian. You can’t expect to find work in another country without legal papers.”

“Actually, I was born in Cornwall. I’m a citizen there.”

“Really? You never mentioned that to me. I’ve always thought of you as a native Australian.”

She smiled and didn’t comment.

He studied her for several minutes in silence. “Come to think of it,” he said finally, “I don’t know much about you except that you’ve been an exceptional assistant and I’m going to miss your quiet efficiency. Maude thinks you hung the moon. She tells me I’ve been much easier to live with since you’ve been with me, keeping me organized.”

“Don’t worry. Personnel will find someone equally capable for you. I won’t be leaving for another six weeks, which will give them plenty of time to find someone.”

“Hmph.”

She smiled. She would have been disappointed if he’d indicated that she could be easily replaced. “I’m not dropping off the edge of the earth, you know,” she said gently. “I’ll keep you informed about where I am and what I’m doing.”

Basil sighed. “Nothing I can say will change your mind, will it?”

“No, sir.”

“Well, if you don’t find whatever it is you’re looking for, you know you can always come back here.”

“Thank you.”

“Now I have to pass on this news to Maude. She’ll be convinced that I’ve done something to drive you away.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll explain to your wife and make certain she knows this trip has nothing to do with you,” Jenna replied with a grin.

When Jenna left his office, Basil stared sadly at the door she’d closed behind her. Jenna was leaving…not just his legal firm, not just Sydney, but Australia, as well.

She would be greatly missed.

Chapter One

Late March 2004

“Welcome to Heathrow and thank you for flying British Airways. We hope that you enjoyed your flight and that you will remember us the next time you plan to travel.”

The disembodied voice from the public address system barely managed to get through to Jenna’s fatigue-numbed brain. With a stop in Singapore, she had been traveling for almost twenty-two hours. She’d managed to doze or nap during the trip, but what she had experienced was far from restful sleep.

She cleared Customs and was looking for a ride to her hotel by six o’clock in the morning, local time. Jenna had no idea what time her internal clock thought it was and at the moment didn’t care. All she wanted to do was find a bed and crash.

After two days and nights in London, Jenna was ready to embark on her adventure. She had told Basil the truth when she said she wanted to explore England. What she hadn’t told him was that she hoped to find some relatives who still lived in Cornwall.

She wondered if family was as important to other people as it was to her. Being without anyone for most of her life provided a strong motivation for Jenna to search for family. Of course, being on her own had made her independent to some degree, but she used to dream of a time when she’d have a home of her own and lots of family around.

The car she had rented was small and economical…just what she needed. She intended to take her time driving west, stopping when she grew tired regardless of the time and in general enjoying her very open-ended holiday.

If she drove west far enough, she would end up in the village of St. Just in Cornwall where she and her parents had lived for the first five years of her life. She’d been fascinated in school with the British Isles and Cornwall. It was her home place, after all.

At one time her father’s sister lived in the area. She hoped her aunt was still alive. She knew Aunt Morwenna would be surprised to see her after all these years.

Jenna spent her first night on the road at a village nestled in the rolling hills of County Devon. Its quiet pastoral tempo was a far cry from the fast pace of Sydney and London.

Before she went to bed that night she studied her well-worn map one more time. Cornwall jutted into the sea like a slightly bent finger.

The next day she found roads to follow that gave her glimpses of the sea. More than once she stopped at a lay-by and walked along the paths she found, thrilled to be here at last.

Jenna had no trouble finding a place to stay once she reached St. Just. Tom Elliott, the proprietor of a cozy inn, told her that they were getting a trickling of tourists at this time of year, so he had plenty of room for her.

She explained that she wasn’t certain how long she would be staying there and when she returned to the front desk, she asked him about things to do in St. Just.

“Well, if you like to hike, there’s plenty of hiking to be done. If you want to look for the stone circles, we have them, as well. There’s the golf club for those who have time to play.”

“What about jobs?”

He shrugged. “Depends. You’d have better luck finding decent wages if you look in Penzance. Many people living here work there. Are you thinking of settling in these parts?”

She laughed. “Oh, I have no plans at all, really. My family was from this area and I had an urge to see what it was like. If I like it, I might decide to stay.”

Tom nodded. “Yes, Craddock is a Cornish name, all right.”

“I’m looking for my aunt Morwenna. She’s a Craddock, but her married name is Hoskins. Do you know of her or of any other Craddocks still living in the area?”

“Not offhand, no. My wife and I moved here from London about five years ago to get away from the rush and lead a quieter life. Come summer, it’s far from quiet around here, but we do enjoy it. You might check at the pub down the street for any Craddocks. Somebody may know of a family or two. Besides, they have decent food there. I often go there for lunch myself.”

“Thank you,” she said, slipping her purse strap over her shoulder and heading down the street. Jenna wanted to check the local phone directory, but she was hungry and tired and decided that she’d have dinner at Tom’s pub first.

She found the pub in the center of the village. Once inside, she took her meal and tea to one of the tables near the front. She entertained herself watching the locals as they stopped by after a day’s work for a pint or two.

By the time she left the pub, night had cloaked the area. She returned to the small inn.

“How was your search?” Tom asked with a smile when she walked into the lobby.

“I decided to wait until tomorrow.”

“I was thinking while you were gone and decided to check the phone directory. I didn’t find a Hoskins, but I found a Craddock who lives up the road a ways. Perhaps you could call.”

“A capital idea. May I use your phone?”

Tom moved the phone closer to her side of the counter and handed her the phone book. She looked up the number and dialed. When a woman answered, Jenna said, “Hello. I was wondering if you happen to know if Morwenna Hoskins lives in this area. She used to be a Craddock.” When the woman hesitated, Jenna added, “I’m her niece from Australia and I’ve lost touch with the rest of the family.”

“Ah. Well, I doubt very much Morwenna would mind my giving you directions to her place.” The woman gave her detailed directions to the row house where Morwenna lived. “I don’t know her very well, you understand. She keeps to herself.”

“Well, thank you for your help,” Jenna replied. When she hung up the phone she was dancing. “I’ve found her! Just like that. A phone call and there she is!”

Tom smiled at her exuberance. “That’s good. You haven’t been here a full day and already found some of your kin.”

Jenna practically skipped up the stairs to her room. Her aunt hadn’t been listed so she may not have a phone. But it didn’t matter. She’d wait until midmorning tomorrow and visit her. Jenna could hardly wait to see her aunt’s face when she identified herself.

She had a difficult time falling to sleep that night.

By the next morning, Jenna was filled with anticipation, although she was nervous, as well. This was the day that she had been waiting for all these years. She could feel her heart thumping.

Jenna found the place with no trouble. She pulled up in front of her aunt’s row house and slowly got out of the car. She took a couple of deep breaths to relieve the constriction in her chest, then walked up to the door and knocked. When she heard no one stirring, she worried that her aunt might have moved. Wouldn’t that be ironic after Jenna had come so far to see her?

Jenna knocked again and waited.

A female voice yelled, “I’ll be there when I get there. Just hold on. And you’d better not be peddling anything because I’m not interested!” At her last words Morwenna Hoskins swung open the door. At least Jenna guessed this was her aunt, although seeing her didn’t trigger any memories.

The years had not been kind to Morwenna. Jenna knew that she was in her fifties and yet she looked considerably older. Morwenna leaned on a cane and looked at her with suspicion.

“Well? What do you want?”

“I, uh, I mean, hello,” Jenna said. “I’m not selling anything. Actually I came from Australia to find you. I’m your niece, Jenna.”

Whatever reaction Jenna had expected, she hadn’t thought she would be stared at with such distaste. Morwenna studied her without stepping back to invite Jenna inside. Instead, her aunt continued to stand in the doorway as though she had never heard of her.

Jenna didn’t know what to say. Why wasn’t her aunt more pleased to see her?

Finally, Morwenna spoke. “My niece? If you’re from Australia you must be Hedra and Tristan’s girl.”

Jenna relaxed a little and smiled. “Yes. Yes, I am.”

Morwenna scowled. “I told them and told them that nothing good was going to come of their moving halfway around the world. That’s exactly what I told them. ‘Nothing good will come of your move.’ And I was right, wasn’t I? They were there no more than two years before they were gone—swept away by floodwaters or some such fool thing. I always said they should have listened to me, but then, Tristan always thought he knew best about everything.” She eyed Jenna warily. “So what do you want?”

Dismay swept over Jenna. “I, uh, I just came by to introduce myself. I’m afraid I don’t have many memories of living in Cornwall, but since this was the place I was born, I came back to get to know the rest of my family.”

Morwenna was shaking her head before Jenna stopped speaking. “You’ve had a wasted trip, then. You don’t have family around here. I don’t know where Tristan found you—he would never say—but it wasn’t around here.”

Jenna stared at Morwenna, thinking she had misunderstood her. “Found me?”

“It’s like what I told that man from Edinburgh that came looking for you a few months ago…we’re not blood relatives. Who knows where they got you? Hedra showed up here one day with a newborn, proud as she could be. Tristan was beaming from ear to ear. I warned them about taking somebody else’s child to raise. You never can tell what’s in the blood, you know. Why, someone unknown like that can grow up to be thief or a murderer or something worse.”

Jenna stared at the woman, doubting her ears. Was the woman insane? What was she rattling on about…and what did Morwenna consider worse than murder?

“Am I understanding you correctly?” Jenna finally managed to say. This woman was shattering her world. “You’re telling me I was adopted?”

“Are you deaf or something? Yes, that’s what I’m telling you. You’re adopted.” Her eyes narrowed. “You didn’t know, huh?”

“No. I had no idea.”

“Well, somebody should’ve told you before now, to my way of thinking. I can remember when I got the news that Tristan was gone. That was an awful time for me. My only sibling and all. A terrible time. If he’d only listened to me, he might have been alive today.” Morwenna made a face. “I was real put out with them people calling from Australia, wanting me to take you in. I told them I had eight of my own to raise and I certainly didn’t need a seven-year-old underfoot, as well.”

Morwenna’s words beat at Jenna as though each one was a stone aimed at her heart. She had no way to protect herself, nothing to say. So the authorities had attempted to find a member of her family to take her before placing her in an orphanage.

Jenna stared at the woman in horror. She had to get away. Thank goodness she hadn’t been invited into the woman’s home. She would have felt suffocated by her anger and cruelty.

Despite the shock of discovering she’d been adopted, she was fervently grateful that she was no kin to this woman.

“Thank you for clearing up my confusion,” Jenna said quietly. “You mentioned a man from Edinburgh asking about me. Could you give me his name?”

“That’s been a few months ago. Let me think…I believe it started with a D. Something D…Davis, Dennis…no, that’s not right.”

“Could you describe him?”

“Why? You thinking about looking him up? He said he was from Edinburgh but he didn’t fool me. He had an American accent. No telling where he was from. Wait a minute. His name sounded French…Dumas! That’s it. Something Dumas. I don’t remember his first name. You look nothing like him, if that’s what you’re thinking. He has dark hair and eyes and he’s tall.” Morwenna flicked a glance up and down Jenna as though to emphasize her statement.

Jenna knew she was far from being tall, so she nodded her understanding. “I appreciate your help,” she said, wanting to run while Morwenna was drawing breath and before she continued talking.

She turned and walked back to her car, her shoulders back and her chin up.

Only after she entered the pub where she’d eaten the night before did she realize that she was trembling. She vaguely recognized that she was in shock. She asked for a cup of tea and when it was ready she went over to one of the back tables and sat down.

Nothing about her life was how she had thought it was. The Craddocks had adopted her. Why hadn’t she known? There was nothing in the papers her parents had left to have warned Jenna. Her birth certificate showed Hedra and Tristan as her parents and said that she was born at home. She didn’t have to look through them again to know that there had never been a mention of an adoption.

Jenna flashed back to the time when she’d been taken to the orphanage. She had never felt so bewildered or so alone. Jenna realized that the only constant in her life since then was that she had no one…no one at all.

So what was she going to do now? She’d come from Australia on a one-way ticket. She had enough money to live on while she searched for employment. With her references and skills, she expected to have little trouble finding a position.

Morwenna said that the man who had come looking for her had come from Scotland. She considered that information to be a lead of sorts. How strange. A man by the name of Dumas from Edinburgh knew who she was. Was it possible that she had been adopted there? What if the man was her father, trying to find his adult daughter? Maybe he’d moved to America since she was born. If so, that would explain his accent.

Now he was back and was looking for her. Did it matter that she bore no resemblance to him? Perhaps she looked like her mother.

Since meeting Morwenna, Jenna knew she didn’t want to stay in Cornwall. There was nothing to stop her from looking for work in Scotland. Perhaps she’d find Mr. Dumas there and he could explain his connection to her.

The thought calmed her. She didn’t have much of a lead, but it was something. Someone knew of her existence and had come searching for her. The thought gave her some comfort.

At the moment, it was the only comfort she had.

Chapter Two

“I see that you’re Australian, Ms. Craddock. What brings you to Scotland looking for work?”

Jenna sat before a Ms. Violet Spradlin, who ran an employment agency in Edinburgh.

“Actually, I was born in the U.K. and haven’t been back in several years. I decided to move to Scotland because I find it breathtakingly beautiful. Since I have no family, I can choose to live wherever I wish, so I chose this region.”

“I see.” Violet shuffled through several papers before she looked up. “You have an excellent work record according to this recommendation. I’m impressed with your skills for one your age—twenty-five, right? You must have started working quite young.”

“Yes.”

Violet sighed and said, “Unfortunately, we don’t have very much to offer at the moment. It’s the nature of the business, you know. I may get several calls in the morning needing someone immediately. One never knows. I hope that you aren’t depending on finding a position right away.”

“I understand.”

Violet peered over her glasses. “How can I contact you if something turns up?”

“I’m staying at a small inn on the outskirts of the city. If you like, I can check in with you every day or so.”

Violet glanced at the file and muttered to herself, “Ah, now I see. You put your present lodging down as your address.” She looked at Jenna thoughtfully, tapping her pen against the desk. “I don’t suppose you’d be interested in a position where room and board is offered, would you?” Before Jenna had a chance to respond, Violet continued. “No, probably not. The position isn’t here in Edinburgh and I can’t guarantee that you would find your working conditions all that pleasant.”

Intrigued by Ms. Spradlin’s manner, which seemed to be more discouraging than encouraging, Jenna said, “I wouldn’t mind relocating. And being offered lodging as well would make things considerably easier for me, at least, at first.”

Violet rose and went to a filing cabinet nearby. She thumbed through several files before saying, “Ah. I knew it was here somewhere.” She pulled out a thick manila file and returned to her desk. She looked at Jenna. “I’m not necessarily recommending this position to you, you understand.”

“Yes, I understand.” Jenna wondered what the position could be that it warranted such a warning from the woman.

Violet opened the file and began to read. “Sir Ian MacGowan needs a person with good secretarial skills to transcribe his dictation for his novel.”

“Oh. An author.”

“Well,” Violet said slowly, “I suppose you could call him that, although I don’t think he’s sold anything. He was in an automobile accident a few months ago. Normally he lives in London. However, he decided to return to his family home to rest and recuperate. I believe the process of writing is helping to keep him occupied.”