Page 6 of Scottish Seducer
I reached out to shake his hand.
While we shook on it, I said, “I’ll be back, brother.” And instead of continuing with him, I took the path toward the parking lot.
So I needed to find a woman to bring home to my brother on a few occasions while I continued to negotiate the bank deal.
I could handle this.
I jumped into my custom-built car, a prototype for my own company, and drove off along the tree-lined streets. Our small town benefitted from my dreams, including Logan, even though he denied it.
One day soon, I’d ensure our clan would never go hungry, and possibly help the entire world in the process.
However, as I headed toward the inn in town where I’d reserved a suite so I wouldn’t crowd my brother in his 47-bedroom home, I spotted a woman by the side of the road.
Mist was already curling around fences and hedgerows, and soon the sunny afternoon would turn into an evening of storms. As I neared her, I noticed her curvy ass. My dick stiffened.
I halted my car beside her and powered down the window. The air I breathed suddenly crackled with electricity as she glanced inside the car, and I saw she had a perfect body all around, along with dazed eyes. She adjusted her backpack across her shoulders and asked, “Can you tell me how much farther down the road the Intelligent Cat Inn is?”
Interesting. We were staying at the same place.
I nodded at her and said, “Two clicks, but I can give you a ride if you like.”
She glanced at my black leather seat, and then me, and backed up. “I can walk, thanks.”
She took a few steps and I called out, “Wait. Let me park my car so I can walk with you.”
She laughed, and the sound made my entire body zap to attention as she asked, “You’re leaving your car…here? Do you intend to murder or rape me?”
“No.” I said quickly and pulled the car over to the side of the road. An employee would come and find it later anyhow. I stepped out of the car, and the air smelled more like roses near her as I said, “Just talk. I’m told I’m quite charming.”
She fiddled with her necklace as she stared at my legs, clearly visible below my red kilt, then crossed her arms. “You should probably get going. I’ll be fine.”
I moved closer, responding to some sort of irresistible magnetic pull as I said, “It will be my pleasure to protect you.”
She twirled her flower pendant but didn’t jump back as she said, “You look like a guy who gets any girl he wants.”
I couldn’t stifle a grin as I approached, but then she turned and walked beside me while I asked, “So why is an American staying at the Intelligent Cat Inn? There aren’t any tourist attractions near here.”
“True,” she said, “but on the way back to London tomorrow, I plan to stop and take a picture of Gretna Green’s blacksmith shop.”
I tilted my head as I noticed the moon cresting a nearby hill, though there was still plenty of daylight, as I said, “That’s a strange plan.”
She picked up the pace as she talked, like she was happy. “Not really. It was the clandestine spot for elopements after the seventeen fifty-three marriage act prevented people under twenty-one from marrying without their parents’ permission.”
The pretty blonde was nothing like I expected. The last American tourist I’d seen up in the Highlands in our neck of the woods had been some torrid romance reader who wanted sex with alaird.I was eighteen then. This woman seemed way more serious, so I asked, “So you like British history?”
She whispered, almost like she was sharing a special secret. “I like Jane Austen novels.”
My heart beat faster. She was funny, and clearly into her own thing. She actually fit Logan’s requirements. The thought made my cheeks warmer as I said, “Interesting. What’s your favorite one?”
She was in step with me as she said, “Most people would sayPride and Prejudice.”
I remembered the title from secondary school. “But you?”
Her lips thinned and her face whitened except for her bright red cheeks as she said, “Oh, I like that one, but these days I also understand the heartache ofSense and Sensibility.”
We rounded the corner to the small town my brother owned as I said, “Heartache. Is yours broken?”
Her mouth curled up now, and I spotted a small dimple in her cheek as she shook her head. “No. How funny. I’m not broken. My ex-fiancé and my ex-roommate went into my flat today without my permission, and I walked in on them shagging.”
