Page 60 of The Highlander's Virgin Widow
“Must there always be something? Why must there always be something? I need ye to stop being kind to me. I dinnae think it’s such a hard concept to understand. Do ye?”
She was trying to inject all her hostility in her snarky remarks and snappy responses, but Evander simply was not taking it. For some reason, he could see through all of it, and shehatedit.
“Ye turned me life upside down. Ye came in here with yer people and yer love for baby goats and yer shelter building and yer ridiculous furniture.”
“I dinnae think they are as ridiculous as ye think they are,” Evander murmured, his lips curling into a smirk.
He took a step closer, and Keira felt her heart skip a beat. She could see him more clearly now, like a temptation that had been sent directly from God himself to serve her.
“And I dinnae recall ye complaining about me presence when I had me tongue inside ye a few hours ago,” he added, the smirk still lingering on his lips.
“Ugh. This is what I mean. This whole thing has to stop.”
“I dinnae see why it should.”
Keira tapped her feet gently on the floor, hating the fact that no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t get him to see reason. It hurt even more now because she couldn’t scream, no matter how hard she tried. After all, it was late in the middle of the night, and the last thing she wanted was to draw even more attention to herself. What she was currently going through was humiliating enough.
“I am a widow,” she insisted.
“That doesnae negate anything I just said.”
“Ye still dinnae get it, do ye? There is only one way this ends.”
“And who says it has to?” he asked.
Keira shook her head. “Because ‘tis the way things must happen. Yer family keeps arriving one after the other. Ye have a cèilidh coming up in just a few days, and soon the castle will be filled with yer clansmen.”
“Need I remind ye that none of this would’ve happened if ye didnae?—”
“If I didnae burn yer castle. Aye. Ye have made that clear a thousand times.”
“’Tis true, is it nae?” he asked, dropping his hands from his chest, his eyes still boring into hers.
Keira narrowed her eyes at him. He had to be doing this intentionally, at this point. There was no other way to explain it.
“This isnae even about yer burned castle. ‘Tis about the future. And the fact that all of this is about to come to an end soon.”
The tension in the room thickened, and the heat radiating from their bodies rose so high that even the cold night air could barely lower it. Keira could see the look on Evander’s face. The way he lightly licked his lips as his gaze flicked down her body. The way his eyes lingered on her waist and chest.
It was taking every last bit of strength she had not to reach for him and kiss him once again. This couldn’t happen once more, and it was up to her to make sure of it.
“What are ye saying? That this was a mistake?” Evander asked.
“It is nae exactly proper, M’Laird,” Keira pointed out.
Evander cocked his head, her words coaxing a smile onto his lips. “M’Laird? What happened toMr. Kincaid?”
“I needed ye to understand the seriousness of the issue.”
“I dinnae see an issue.”
“Ye are a respectable laird. I am a widow.”
“Exactly. Yer husband is dead.”
Keira stiffened at his words but continued to speak anyway. “And I am in the process of finding another one.”
Evander froze. She could see the moment all humor and amusement vanished from his face.
