tucked it safely inside her pants’ pocket.
“Would ye be willin’ to take a wee donner with me and stretch yer legs for a while?” Duncan towered over her with that boyish grin on his face.
The pain immediately subsided as fast as it had appeared. Grateful for the distraction, she was careful to keep her eyes away from the hem of his kilt, though she struggled to keep her thoughts pure when she could see the incredible organ strained against the fabric. Her face warmed. For heaven’s sake, get a hold of yourself. It must be the new ambiance making me feel this way.
A leisurely stroll through the countryside under the deep-purple velvet sky sounded like music to her ears. Hoping it might help get her mind off her present dilemmas, she couldn’t deny his irresistible offer. He helped her up as she held her hand out to him.
Colin settled down in front of the fire, and of course Samson jumped right in his lap. Duncan passed by Colin, ruffling the curly red locks on the boy’s head before taking her hand and leading her down a path filled with beautiful heather.
Her hand felt lost inside his strapping one. They walked in silence a good distance before he hesitated. He mumbled something under his breath. She lifted her head, waiting for him to talk first.
His forehead wrinkled like he had something important on his mind he wanted to discuss.
He cleared his throat. When he spoke, his brogue was thick, his face serious. “I’ve got to ask ye a question, Miss Keara. I hope ye be takin’ nay offense by it. I owe ye everythin’ fer savin’ me nephew’s life.”
A knot tightened in her stomach.
“I didna’ understand C P R? Is that what ye called it? And, I havena’ seen the like of clothes I found ye in. Are ye a goddess or a witch?” His tone was not condescending. His eyes opened wide and he watched her face, waiting for her response.
Though she silently sighed in relief, the word witch jolted her memory. Twice this week she’d been accused of being a witch. Only this time, it wasn’t thrown in her face as an accusation. The question was straightforward. She only wished she’d had a logical answer.
“I won’t deny the fact my mother told me I was born a witch. But I’m not the kind of witch that casts spells and rides on a broomstick if that’s what you mean.” She spotted his eyes narrow.
“I dinna know what ye mean by that. Ye must be a powerful enchantress and healer from what I’ve seen ye perform today.” His expression grew puzzled as he studied her reaction.
“I’m an elementary school teacher and definitely not a doctor, I promise. I’m not here to hurt you or Colin. I honestly don’t know why I’m here.” She thought she detected compassion in his eyes.
To her surprise, his face showed no signs of repulsion. He lifted her hands, still gripped inside his. His gaze captured hers.
“I canna thank ye enough for savin’ the lad’s life. I wish there was somethin’ I could give ye in return. I’ll try to help ye find a way home if I can. Where are ye from, lass?”
“I share a home with my sister, Beth, in the Catoctin Mountains of Maryland. In the good old USA. Have you ever visited the States, Duncan?”
“No, my family was from outside Dunvegan Castle. I’m hopin’ to soon return there. For good.” He stared in the distance like he was lost in deep thought.
His closeness sent burning shudders through her limbs. That strange feeling he aroused every time he came near enveloped her body. His charismatic eyes most definitely reminded her of Chris Hemsworth. The scent of leather, mixed with the intoxicating musk of his wet skin, made her want to snuggle her head on his bare chest and close her eyes. If only for a few brief moments.
Tomorrow, I’ll probably wake and find myself back in my own cozy bed and discover this has all been nothing but a dream. She tilted her head and admired his inviting mouth, which brought to mind Gerard Butler.
Bloody hell! I sure don’t
“Would ye be willin’ to take a wee donner with me and stretch yer legs for a while?” Duncan towered over her with that boyish grin on his face.
The pain immediately subsided as fast as it had appeared. Grateful for the distraction, she was careful to keep her eyes away from the hem of his kilt, though she struggled to keep her thoughts pure when she could see the incredible organ strained against the fabric. Her face warmed. For heaven’s sake, get a hold of yourself. It must be the new ambiance making me feel this way.
A leisurely stroll through the countryside under the deep-purple velvet sky sounded like music to her ears. Hoping it might help get her mind off her present dilemmas, she couldn’t deny his irresistible offer. He helped her up as she held her hand out to him.
Colin settled down in front of the fire, and of course Samson jumped right in his lap. Duncan passed by Colin, ruffling the curly red locks on the boy’s head before taking her hand and leading her down a path filled with beautiful heather.
Her hand felt lost inside his strapping one. They walked in silence a good distance before he hesitated. He mumbled something under his breath. She lifted her head, waiting for him to talk first.
His forehead wrinkled like he had something important on his mind he wanted to discuss.
He cleared his throat. When he spoke, his brogue was thick, his face serious. “I’ve got to ask ye a question, Miss Keara. I hope ye be takin’ nay offense by it. I owe ye everythin’ fer savin’ me nephew’s life.”
A knot tightened in her stomach.
“I didna’ understand C P R? Is that what ye called it? And, I havena’ seen the like of clothes I found ye in. Are ye a goddess or a witch?” His tone was not condescending. His eyes opened wide and he watched her face, waiting for her response.
Though she silently sighed in relief, the word witch jolted her memory. Twice this week she’d been accused of being a witch. Only this time, it wasn’t thrown in her face as an accusation. The question was straightforward. She only wished she’d had a logical answer.
“I won’t deny the fact my mother told me I was born a witch. But I’m not the kind of witch that casts spells and rides on a broomstick if that’s what you mean.” She spotted his eyes narrow.
“I dinna know what ye mean by that. Ye must be a powerful enchantress and healer from what I’ve seen ye perform today.” His expression grew puzzled as he studied her reaction.
“I’m an elementary school teacher and definitely not a doctor, I promise. I’m not here to hurt you or Colin. I honestly don’t know why I’m here.” She thought she detected compassion in his eyes.
To her surprise, his face showed no signs of repulsion. He lifted her hands, still gripped inside his. His gaze captured hers.
“I canna thank ye enough for savin’ the lad’s life. I wish there was somethin’ I could give ye in return. I’ll try to help ye find a way home if I can. Where are ye from, lass?”
“I share a home with my sister, Beth, in the Catoctin Mountains of Maryland. In the good old USA. Have you ever visited the States, Duncan?”
“No, my family was from outside Dunvegan Castle. I’m hopin’ to soon return there. For good.” He stared in the distance like he was lost in deep thought.
His closeness sent burning shudders through her limbs. That strange feeling he aroused every time he came near enveloped her body. His charismatic eyes most definitely reminded her of Chris Hemsworth. The scent of leather, mixed with the intoxicating musk of his wet skin, made her want to snuggle her head on his bare chest and close her eyes. If only for a few brief moments.
Tomorrow, I’ll probably wake and find myself back in my own cozy bed and discover this has all been nothing but a dream. She tilted her head and admired his inviting mouth, which brought to mind Gerard Butler.
Bloody hell! I sure don’t
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