In the Mists of Time by Marie Treanor

sake of Chrissy and Glenn and the others who depended on the Ardknocken House project, even for Thierry himself, they had to know why London and Scottish were after him and what the consequences of their investigation could be.
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    As he strode through the village towards the B&B, his two large shoulder bags of computer bits bumping against his thighs, Thierry felt like singing. Because Louise liked him. The mundanity of the coffee shop, and shopping with him, had seemed to break through the barriers she’d flung up against him since their wild interlude in the mist. She’d agreed to a proper date, and she’d kissed him, not just tolerated his kiss. And she tasted divine, sweet and open and sexy as sin…
    His arms ached to hold her again, to breathe passion into that beautiful, elfin face and make her his. Over and over. But he’d wait now, just enjoy being in the same house as her for a couple of hours, being whatever help he could be.
    A little pathetic, perhaps, for a hardened denizen of Barlinnie Prison. But then, he’d never been that hard, and Louise was already special.
    As he came up to the B&B, he saw someone coming down the outside steps from the flat at the top of the house. The memory of Ron’s presence in his caravan, of the anonymous emails, acted like a bucket of cold water on him. But, no, it wasn’t Ron; it was Aidan, Louise’s brother. The ex-cop and security consultant.
    His stomach twisted. Apparently Aidan had many reasons for visiting Ron, but the idea of them in the same room made him inherently uncomfortable. Although Thierry rather liked Aidan, and Glenn seemed to trust him both on his own account and Chrissy’s, he didn’t discount the man’s intelligence or perception.
    â€œHello,” Aidan greeted him amiably enough. “I hear you’re resuscitating Louise’s computer.”
    â€œMore of a rebirth,” Thierry said, patting his bags. He glanced up at the flat. “You have a dodgy tenant,” he observed. “Or is he an ex-tenant?”
    â€œHe’s a warned tenant,” Aidan replied, “for now.”
    That surprised Thierry. He’d thought Aidan more careful of his sister.
    â€œLouise said he broke into your caravan,” Aidan said casually. “Although he claims he was just waiting for you. Any idea why he was in there or what he wanted?”
    Thierry shrugged. “None. I’d never met the guy. See you later.”
    There was a gap between Thierry ringing the bell and Louise throwing open the door. She looked flustered.
    â€œHi, come in,” she said and dashed across the hall to what he thought was a bathroom, although since he heard her voice talking to someone as he closed the front door behind him, perhaps he was wrong.
    He walked down the hall towards the little office he’d been in before, past what he’d thought to be the bathroom. The room had a short, square little passage of its own, and a wheelchair stood there.
    Thierry walked on to the office and dumped his bags and his jacket. He’d just connected the computer to his external hard drive when he heard Louise’s voice.
    â€œThierry?”
    He moved and stuck his head out the door into the hall. Louise stood beside a wheelchair, in which sat a frail little lady with silver hair.
    â€œThis is my mother,” Louise said in a rush. “Mum, Thierry Duplessis, who’s fixing the computer up for us.”
    â€œGood for you,” Mrs. Grieve approved. “Don’t understand the wretched things myself. Louise says you’re from the big house.”
    â€œYes,” Thierry said resignedly. It was generally considered to be a bad place to come from, although, according to Izzy, the village was much better about its disreputable neighbour than it had been at the beginning.
    â€œNice people,” Mrs. Grieve said comfortably. “I don’t believe they did half the things they were accused