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preened in Gabriel’s direction. “The owner? Hmm, that’s even better. I’ve got dibs on that one, my friend.”
This should be good. Trish was always on the hunt. Nessa snickered as she turned in her seat. She couldn’t wait to see this latest specimen of Trish’s interest. Nessa’s gaze locked with a pair of laughing dark eyes. The light in those eyes dared her to be the first to look away. But there was something else Nessa caught in that glance. Something dark. Something predatory and dangerous that made her recoil.
Long-legged and powerful, Gabriel crossed his arms, reclining against the wall behind the counter. Coal black hair framed his smirking face as he rubbed at the evening stubble shadowing his jaw. He nodded ever so slightly into Nessa’s wide-eyed gaze. He laughed out loud as a rush of heat burned her cheeks.
The tips of her ears scorched with fire as she whirled back around in her chair. “Why didn’t you tell me he was looking this way?” she hissed as she hunkered down in her seat. Nessa cringed at the uneasiness churning in her stomach. What was wrong with her? You’d think she was some tween with a bad case of zits.
Nessa scowled at Trish and the giggling waitress as she kept her head ducked behind the high-backed bench. And here she thought she was going to be able to enjoy a night of no pressure and if she was lucky, enjoy eating enough rich foods so she’d have a grease hangover the next morning.
Trish gave Nessa a look like she’d lost her mind. “You didn’t ask. Besides, I already called dibs, so what are you worried about? You have to lighten up, Nessa, and quit taking yourself so seriously. How are you ever going to meet an exciting man if you can’t even look one in the eye?”
Nessa gritted her teeth and sat fuming in her chair. Damn Trish and her ability to roll with any situation. She had the self-confidence of the Queen of England. Why couldn’t Nessa figure out how Trish did it? Trish must’ve spent a ton on shrinks and self-help lessons. That had to be the answer to such ironclad self-esteem.
With a curt nod to the snorting waitress who waited to take their order, Nessa forced herself to sit up taller and folded her hands on the table in front of her. “We will both take an order of the shepherd’s pie and a pint of your darkest ale.”
After one last giggle, the waitress shoved her pad into the waist of her apron and skirted her way back toward the bar.
Nessa decided Trish might as well go ahead, vault over the bar and jump on Gabriel’s body the way she was ogling him and waving every five minutes. She wondered if the waitress would be willing to find her a bucket of ice water to dump on Trish’s head.
“It’s a long walk back to the inn,” Nessa warned as she drummed her fingers on the table.
“Oh lighten up, Nessa,” Trish chided with a grin as she raised her glass to her lips. Sitting taller in her chair as though she were a cat about to pounce upon a mouse, Trish pointed across the room at a couple just arriving. “Isn’t that the couple from Balnakiel who gave us directions our first day here?”
Swiveling in her seat, Nessa studied their faces, then nodded in agreement. “That’s them. I wonder if they’ve gotten their shop open for business yet. The purple globe they had was fascinating. Remember? The one that nearly vibrated off the shelf and was full of the laser lights?”
Nessa caught their eye and waved hello. There was just something about those two she had liked. The couple smiled and returned waves of their own. They put their heads together for just a moment and then scooted from their seats. They made their way over to Trish and Nessa’s table, smiling as they wove their way between the surrounding chairs.
“I see ye found your way back to Durness. How have ye been enjoying your stay?” With a polite bow toward Trish and Nessa as he spoke, Brodie unconsciously pulled Fiona closer to his side. His arm rested protectively
This should be good. Trish was always on the hunt. Nessa snickered as she turned in her seat. She couldn’t wait to see this latest specimen of Trish’s interest. Nessa’s gaze locked with a pair of laughing dark eyes. The light in those eyes dared her to be the first to look away. But there was something else Nessa caught in that glance. Something dark. Something predatory and dangerous that made her recoil.
Long-legged and powerful, Gabriel crossed his arms, reclining against the wall behind the counter. Coal black hair framed his smirking face as he rubbed at the evening stubble shadowing his jaw. He nodded ever so slightly into Nessa’s wide-eyed gaze. He laughed out loud as a rush of heat burned her cheeks.
The tips of her ears scorched with fire as she whirled back around in her chair. “Why didn’t you tell me he was looking this way?” she hissed as she hunkered down in her seat. Nessa cringed at the uneasiness churning in her stomach. What was wrong with her? You’d think she was some tween with a bad case of zits.
Nessa scowled at Trish and the giggling waitress as she kept her head ducked behind the high-backed bench. And here she thought she was going to be able to enjoy a night of no pressure and if she was lucky, enjoy eating enough rich foods so she’d have a grease hangover the next morning.
Trish gave Nessa a look like she’d lost her mind. “You didn’t ask. Besides, I already called dibs, so what are you worried about? You have to lighten up, Nessa, and quit taking yourself so seriously. How are you ever going to meet an exciting man if you can’t even look one in the eye?”
Nessa gritted her teeth and sat fuming in her chair. Damn Trish and her ability to roll with any situation. She had the self-confidence of the Queen of England. Why couldn’t Nessa figure out how Trish did it? Trish must’ve spent a ton on shrinks and self-help lessons. That had to be the answer to such ironclad self-esteem.
With a curt nod to the snorting waitress who waited to take their order, Nessa forced herself to sit up taller and folded her hands on the table in front of her. “We will both take an order of the shepherd’s pie and a pint of your darkest ale.”
After one last giggle, the waitress shoved her pad into the waist of her apron and skirted her way back toward the bar.
Nessa decided Trish might as well go ahead, vault over the bar and jump on Gabriel’s body the way she was ogling him and waving every five minutes. She wondered if the waitress would be willing to find her a bucket of ice water to dump on Trish’s head.
“It’s a long walk back to the inn,” Nessa warned as she drummed her fingers on the table.
“Oh lighten up, Nessa,” Trish chided with a grin as she raised her glass to her lips. Sitting taller in her chair as though she were a cat about to pounce upon a mouse, Trish pointed across the room at a couple just arriving. “Isn’t that the couple from Balnakiel who gave us directions our first day here?”
Swiveling in her seat, Nessa studied their faces, then nodded in agreement. “That’s them. I wonder if they’ve gotten their shop open for business yet. The purple globe they had was fascinating. Remember? The one that nearly vibrated off the shelf and was full of the laser lights?”
Nessa caught their eye and waved hello. There was just something about those two she had liked. The couple smiled and returned waves of their own. They put their heads together for just a moment and then scooted from their seats. They made their way over to Trish and Nessa’s table, smiling as they wove their way between the surrounding chairs.
“I see ye found your way back to Durness. How have ye been enjoying your stay?” With a polite bow toward Trish and Nessa as he spoke, Brodie unconsciously pulled Fiona closer to his side. His arm rested protectively
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