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door, and barreled into the room. Eliza had some explaining to do.
Eliza was ensconced in her favorite armchair like royalty holding court. Her ring-laden fingers fluttered with a slow bored rhythm atop the plump arms of the red sateen chair. She wrinkled her well-powdered nose as she slowly removed her rhinestone-encrusted reading glasses, folded them closed, and set them in their crystal dish on the mahogany table beside her. She didn’t speak—just folded her hands atop her rounded middle and studied Mairi with an imperious expression that shifted Mairi’s irritation into a higher gear.
“What the hell did you do with my dog?”
Eliza didn’t respond. Her lips pressed into a more pronounced line of disapproval. Without batting an overly long false eyelash, she arched a brow and inclined her head toward the other side of the room.
“What?” An annoyed huff escaped Mairi. “I’ve had just about all the bullshit I can take for one…” The rant she was about to unleash disappeared, evaporating like a mist hit full-on with the heat of the rising sun. Her mouth slightly ajar, Mairi caught her breath and swallowed the rest of her tirade as her attention locked on the target of Eliza’s gaze.
The silent man dominated the far corner of the parlor, miniaturizing all else in the room. Standing with booted legs widespread and hands clasped to the small of his back, he appeared as focused as a predator—a powerful mesmerizing hunter exuding an air of strength and primal sexuality.
Although his close-cropped hair was so blond it appeared almost white, his attire as well as his stance projected an air of darkness and mystery. Layers of muscle rippled beneath the sheen of the black shirt stretched taut across the endless expanse of the man’s chest.
And those legs…nicely accentuated by an impressive bulge below his low-slung belt—Mairi swallowed hard and rubbed her suddenly clammy palms against the sides of her own denim-clad thighs.
Dammit. Where has Edinburgh been hiding you?
Eliza softly coughed. “Please forgive my dear sweet Mairi. Her manners are usually much better than the slack-jawed mute ye see standin’ before ye.”
A warm flush of
oh shit
swept across her. Mairi had forgotten Eliza had a guest and here she was staring at the man as though she were about to trip him and beat him to the ground. “Uhm. Sorry to interrupt. Please forgive me.” Was this how Eliza selected her benefactors?
If it is…damnation, sign me up for this one.
The man barely smiled. His chin dipped with a polite nod. “ ’Tis my utmost pleasure to meet ye. I am Chieftain Ronan Sutherland.”
He extended an open hand to her, moving across the room with such strength and grace that Mairi lost the ability to connect with the world around her.
Damn. Damn. Damn.
The words echoed the man’s every step and the seductive play of his muscles that made her hands itch to touch him.
With a loud impatient huff, Eliza floundered free from the depths of her overstuffed chair and hurried to Mairi’s side. She pinched the tender skin beneath Mairi’s arm and whispered, “Get on with it, gal. Do ye wish the man t’think yer impaired?”
The sting of the pinch effectively snapped Mairi free of her trance. “Sorry.” She scrubbed the still-stinging flesh of her arm as she smiled and reached for Ronan’s hand. “I’m Mairi Sinclair. Sorry if I seem a bit off. It’s been a very stressful day.”
As soon as her fingers connected with Ronan’s calloused palm, a delicious surge of erotically charged energy greeted her. The powerful sensation raced through every nerve ending, imploring her to never leave. Mairi’s senses shifted to high alert. Every instinct urged her closer. Her soul sighed in relief
. Finally. Claim this one. Now.
Time slowed. Mairi grew more entranced as every sense sharpened. Ronan lifted her hand to his mouth and paused one long, breathtaking moment with his warm lips pressed against her skin. If she
Eliza was ensconced in her favorite armchair like royalty holding court. Her ring-laden fingers fluttered with a slow bored rhythm atop the plump arms of the red sateen chair. She wrinkled her well-powdered nose as she slowly removed her rhinestone-encrusted reading glasses, folded them closed, and set them in their crystal dish on the mahogany table beside her. She didn’t speak—just folded her hands atop her rounded middle and studied Mairi with an imperious expression that shifted Mairi’s irritation into a higher gear.
“What the hell did you do with my dog?”
Eliza didn’t respond. Her lips pressed into a more pronounced line of disapproval. Without batting an overly long false eyelash, she arched a brow and inclined her head toward the other side of the room.
“What?” An annoyed huff escaped Mairi. “I’ve had just about all the bullshit I can take for one…” The rant she was about to unleash disappeared, evaporating like a mist hit full-on with the heat of the rising sun. Her mouth slightly ajar, Mairi caught her breath and swallowed the rest of her tirade as her attention locked on the target of Eliza’s gaze.
The silent man dominated the far corner of the parlor, miniaturizing all else in the room. Standing with booted legs widespread and hands clasped to the small of his back, he appeared as focused as a predator—a powerful mesmerizing hunter exuding an air of strength and primal sexuality.
Although his close-cropped hair was so blond it appeared almost white, his attire as well as his stance projected an air of darkness and mystery. Layers of muscle rippled beneath the sheen of the black shirt stretched taut across the endless expanse of the man’s chest.
And those legs…nicely accentuated by an impressive bulge below his low-slung belt—Mairi swallowed hard and rubbed her suddenly clammy palms against the sides of her own denim-clad thighs.
Dammit. Where has Edinburgh been hiding you?
Eliza softly coughed. “Please forgive my dear sweet Mairi. Her manners are usually much better than the slack-jawed mute ye see standin’ before ye.”
A warm flush of
oh shit
swept across her. Mairi had forgotten Eliza had a guest and here she was staring at the man as though she were about to trip him and beat him to the ground. “Uhm. Sorry to interrupt. Please forgive me.” Was this how Eliza selected her benefactors?
If it is…damnation, sign me up for this one.
The man barely smiled. His chin dipped with a polite nod. “ ’Tis my utmost pleasure to meet ye. I am Chieftain Ronan Sutherland.”
He extended an open hand to her, moving across the room with such strength and grace that Mairi lost the ability to connect with the world around her.
Damn. Damn. Damn.
The words echoed the man’s every step and the seductive play of his muscles that made her hands itch to touch him.
With a loud impatient huff, Eliza floundered free from the depths of her overstuffed chair and hurried to Mairi’s side. She pinched the tender skin beneath Mairi’s arm and whispered, “Get on with it, gal. Do ye wish the man t’think yer impaired?”
The sting of the pinch effectively snapped Mairi free of her trance. “Sorry.” She scrubbed the still-stinging flesh of her arm as she smiled and reached for Ronan’s hand. “I’m Mairi Sinclair. Sorry if I seem a bit off. It’s been a very stressful day.”
As soon as her fingers connected with Ronan’s calloused palm, a delicious surge of erotically charged energy greeted her. The powerful sensation raced through every nerve ending, imploring her to never leave. Mairi’s senses shifted to high alert. Every instinct urged her closer. Her soul sighed in relief
. Finally. Claim this one. Now.
Time slowed. Mairi grew more entranced as every sense sharpened. Ronan lifted her hand to his mouth and paused one long, breathtaking moment with his warm lips pressed against her skin. If she
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