Driving through the countryside, Sierra had little time to marvel at the magnificent scenery, that Scotland had to offer. Sierra being born an American had come to Scotland on vacation and had never left. She had fallen in love with the majestic rolling hills, fields of heather, purple and fresh. After being there almost 2 years she had met Adam and had fallen hopelessly in love. They had wed after only 9 months of courtship, only to have her life torn apart 3 years later when Adam had died tragically in an auto accident.
Which led to why she was traveling to this part of Scotland. Her mother in law had told her about a job in Highland, as a serving woman in a lodge. She smiled at her mother in laws warnings about it being, " whiskey country" and being only ten miles from the distilleries at Glenlivet, Glenfarclas and Glenfilfddich. She was not afraid of hard work and she needed the money as Adam's expenses had taken the bit they had saved. Feeling the tears welling up, she was determined not to cry and began to notice her surroundings. It was a beautiful drive, so pushing a cassette of bagpipe instrumental, she began to enjoy herself. She never got tired of bagpipes, much like a blues lover never tired of blues.
She seen a sign saying, "Ballindalloch Castle- 20 miles" and had a tremor of fear go through her. She started really checking things out, as she got closer to the castle. Acres and acres of beautiful pastureland covered in purple heather and what seemed to be about a million Aberdeen Angus, grazing not paying her no mind. Smiling, she wondered how many thistles were in the heather as one seemed to attract the other. But what didn't have thistles was so soft and beautiful.
She pulled into the drive that said, "Ballindalloch Castle", stopping the car as she gasped at the sight of the castle. It was absolutely gorgeous and huge, with rolling hills, which were very majestic and almost regal. Doing her homework she knew that about 40 full time and part time help worked at the castle itself. There were also about 8 lodges bordering the castle for guests and that is where she would be working. She was told to come to, "Pitch Roy Lodge."
Pulling into the parking lot for the lodge she went up and rang the bell, straightening herself while she waited. The door was answered by a very attractive man, sizing her up he seemed to like what he saw and invited her in. She explained why she was there and he invited her into his study. He introduced himself to her as Scott, one of the living ghosts of the castle. He explained that he was a descendant of the main family and would be her boss.
Apparently, they were both sizing the other up; she noticed how perfect he seemed to be in about everyway. Nice eyes, that crinkled when he smiled, and a smile that would melt you when bestowed upon you. About 6' tall, he had very wide shoulders, a broad chest, tapering into a narrow waist. As he explained some of the history on the castle, Scott was checking Sierra out also. Coal black hair, down to her shoulders, startling blue eyes, that seemed be looking into his soul. Although, there was a touch of sadness in them, a pert little nose that tilted up slightly and a gorgeous smile.
