Nessa’s mood lightened the more she thought about Trish’s plan. The tension eased out of her shoulders as she thought about soaking in a nice hot tub. Maybe this wasn’t such a bad idea. Shooting Trish a wicked look, she tossed her the keys to the jeep. “As much as I hate to agree with you, you’re absolutely right. I’m in the mood for a little relaxation myself.” But she couldn’t resist repeating her earlier question. Nessa was determined to get a rise out of Trish. “Did you say you got them to write down the directions or are we taking the scenic route again?”
Trish jangled the car keys behind Nessa’s back. “You always said you wanted to see the Highlands. I’m just helping to fulfill your dreams.”
Nessa laughed as she climbed into the car. She wadded up the map spread across the seat and tossed it over her shoulder into the back full of gear. “I tell you what. You get us there as best you can and I’ll just enjoy the ride.”
Starting the car, Trish teased with an evil grin. “Speaking of dreams, have you had any more shrieking orgasms like the one that had you moaning on the way over on the plane?”
Nessa’s cheeks as well as regions much lower flushed hot with the memory of the other passenger’s knowing smiles. “Actually, my Highlander has become increasingly…umm…active since our arrival in Durness.” Nessa squirmed in her seat and bit her lip. So much for tamping down her residual passions. A slow, moist burn flared between her thighs just from mentioning the man of her dreams. Trish would have to stir that up.
With a shrug, Trish glanced at Nessa before turning to scowl at a faded signpost. “Maybe that’s a sign you’re about to find the man in the real world that’s able to make you moan. Maybe now that you’re in Scotland things will turn around. It’s about time your luck with the weaker sex changed and you found somebody who could ring your bell.”
She pulled into the well-lit parking lot of a squat brick building, and leaned over the steering wheel to peer up at the brightly painted sign. “I think this is it. See? It wasn’t even a twenty-minute drive. I told you I was getting better at finding my way around the Highlands!”
Nessa sniffed a satisfied breath as they walked into the welcoming pub. Glancing about the bar with interest, she soaked up the comfortable hominess of the room like an orphan who’d just found a home. From the dark, heavy wood of the tables to the high-backed benches built into comfortable booths, the pub was everything she had thought a bar in Scotland would be. Her mouth watered at the inviting aromas wafting out of the kitchen. The yeasty temptation of warm, buttery breads mixed with the smoky roasted meats and deep-fried vegetables. Layered among the aroma of all the tempting foods was the hearty smell of ale. Nessa shivered with anticipation. It had been forever since she’d had a chance to eat like this. This was heaven. The blood in her arteries was already starting to clog. What a way to go.
They found a table beside a wall of windows. Nessa nodded toward the smiling face of the buxom waitress already ambling their way. “Maybe James and Lyla do deserve extra credit. If the food and drink are as good as the atmosphere and the smells coming from the kitchen, I’ll even write them a letter of recommendation.”
Trish nodded toward a dark-haired man towering behind the bar. Keeping her eyes fixed on her latest discovery, she wet her lips and tapped a finger to get Nessa’s attention. “Forget about the food. Check out the barkeep. I wonder if he comes highly recommended.”
The waitress giggled as she pulled her notepad from the apron tied around her slightly plump waist. “That’s no the barkeep, miss. That’s the owner, Gabriel Burns.”
Trish sat even taller in her seat, arching her back in her best vixen’s pose. As she smoothed a finger over her lips again, she leaned closer to Nessa, nearly purring as she
Trish jangled the car keys behind Nessa’s back. “You always said you wanted to see the Highlands. I’m just helping to fulfill your dreams.”
Nessa laughed as she climbed into the car. She wadded up the map spread across the seat and tossed it over her shoulder into the back full of gear. “I tell you what. You get us there as best you can and I’ll just enjoy the ride.”
Starting the car, Trish teased with an evil grin. “Speaking of dreams, have you had any more shrieking orgasms like the one that had you moaning on the way over on the plane?”
Nessa’s cheeks as well as regions much lower flushed hot with the memory of the other passenger’s knowing smiles. “Actually, my Highlander has become increasingly…umm…active since our arrival in Durness.” Nessa squirmed in her seat and bit her lip. So much for tamping down her residual passions. A slow, moist burn flared between her thighs just from mentioning the man of her dreams. Trish would have to stir that up.
With a shrug, Trish glanced at Nessa before turning to scowl at a faded signpost. “Maybe that’s a sign you’re about to find the man in the real world that’s able to make you moan. Maybe now that you’re in Scotland things will turn around. It’s about time your luck with the weaker sex changed and you found somebody who could ring your bell.”
She pulled into the well-lit parking lot of a squat brick building, and leaned over the steering wheel to peer up at the brightly painted sign. “I think this is it. See? It wasn’t even a twenty-minute drive. I told you I was getting better at finding my way around the Highlands!”
Nessa sniffed a satisfied breath as they walked into the welcoming pub. Glancing about the bar with interest, she soaked up the comfortable hominess of the room like an orphan who’d just found a home. From the dark, heavy wood of the tables to the high-backed benches built into comfortable booths, the pub was everything she had thought a bar in Scotland would be. Her mouth watered at the inviting aromas wafting out of the kitchen. The yeasty temptation of warm, buttery breads mixed with the smoky roasted meats and deep-fried vegetables. Layered among the aroma of all the tempting foods was the hearty smell of ale. Nessa shivered with anticipation. It had been forever since she’d had a chance to eat like this. This was heaven. The blood in her arteries was already starting to clog. What a way to go.
They found a table beside a wall of windows. Nessa nodded toward the smiling face of the buxom waitress already ambling their way. “Maybe James and Lyla do deserve extra credit. If the food and drink are as good as the atmosphere and the smells coming from the kitchen, I’ll even write them a letter of recommendation.”
Trish nodded toward a dark-haired man towering behind the bar. Keeping her eyes fixed on her latest discovery, she wet her lips and tapped a finger to get Nessa’s attention. “Forget about the food. Check out the barkeep. I wonder if he comes highly recommended.”
The waitress giggled as she pulled her notepad from the apron tied around her slightly plump waist. “That’s no the barkeep, miss. That’s the owner, Gabriel Burns.”
Trish sat even taller in her seat, arching her back in her best vixen’s pose. As she smoothed a finger over her lips again, she leaned closer to Nessa, nearly purring as she
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