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Authors: Deborah MacGillivray
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and the cat.
Yawning, he noticed two long pillows ran the length of the bed, that silly cat propped up on one. Dudley sat, rumbling a small earthquake. Desmond had no idea cats purred so loudly, but then he’d never had room in his life for a pet.
“Are you the gatekeeper?” he asked.
On the other side of the pillows, in the huge bed was a sleeping B.A. Surprise flooded him, then shifted to an odd surge of anger. Did she jump in bed with strangers so easily?
“I could be Jack the Ripper’s great-great grandson.”
He patted the rumbling kitty and stared at B.A. slumbering on the other side of her feather bastion. Unbound hair spilled about her in a pool of gold, provoking his body to lurch with a jolt of lust—the kind a man can scarcely control.
Desire goaded him to reach over those pillows, yank her under him and take her in a hundred ways, the driving impulse nearly more than he could curb. A roguish smile spread across his mouth as the notion of pushing a few buttons, testing how far she’d let him go, flittered across his brain. He’d liked her reactions to him and was eager to see her blush again.
On the other hand, he fancied being Ms. Montgomerie’s guest for the foreseeable future. He figured acting the perfect houseguest would undermine her opposition to his plans. That didn’t include sliding over her and using his mouth in delicious ways to wake her up.
He settled for lifting a lock of her dark blond hair and rubbing it against his mouth. There’d be other opportunities.
Chapter 4
One head rose above the wall. Then a second, followed by an, “Ouch! Ouch!”
Michael and Callum glared at Willie.
“As a writer, Willa Macgregor,” Michael chided, “you ken stealth dunna include someone bleating like a bloody sheep.”
Willie’s head popped up next to the Mackenzie cousins, peering over the stone fence that encompassed the official residence of the Lady of the Isle. “Tell The Cat Dudley. ‘Tis enough the wee monster of Falgannon gives you his opinion when you’re wearing breeks, another to get that vampire bite when you’re in a kilt.”
Michael snorted.“‘Tis daft, a man crawling around with the wind tickling his family jewels whilst spying like James Bond. Ever see Bond in a kilt?”
Robbie joined the group, then scratched his red head in thought. Dudley jumped up on the fence and pussyfooted back and forth, eager to play this new game. Since Dudley’s idea of play differed vastly from the men’s, they took a moment to assess what the creature was doing.
“In On Her Majesty’s Secret Service, Bond donned a kilt—,” Robbie began.
The others chimed, “Dinna count.”
“That’s Lazenby,” Callum refreshed Robbie’s memory. “The official stance of the “Morn, B.A.” Club is Big Tam broke the mold.”
“Aye, that Irish laddie sucked eggs,” Willie commented.
Michael added, “Better than the new Craig chap.”
Murmurs of ayes were uttered with the shaking of heads.
“Last good Bond film was Diamonds Are Forever, filmed in Las Vegas.” Willie informed them, “Vegas would be grand for a honeymoon. I research my books at the same time.”
Michael scowled. “Ever occur, Willa, to set your books in present day Scotland? Then no pesky anachronisms.”
“Anachronisms? Is that something to do with spiders?” Robbie shuddered. “I have a deep revulsion for anything small and with more than four legs.”
Callum nudged Michael with his elbow. “What I want to ken is, can they actually do it on a galloping horse—or is that your fertile imagination, Lady Willa? ”
The cat came purring by, and the men leaned back to let him make another pass.
Robbie queried, “How come they frag people in movies and we cannot frag The Cat.”
“B.A. ruled no fragging Kitty after we got our DVDs of Full Metal Jacket and the fragging issue arose.” Michael reached into the back pocket of his jeans and pulled out a silver packet, rattling it to draw attention. “Hey, demon
Yawning, he noticed two long pillows ran the length of the bed, that silly cat propped up on one. Dudley sat, rumbling a small earthquake. Desmond had no idea cats purred so loudly, but then he’d never had room in his life for a pet.
“Are you the gatekeeper?” he asked.
On the other side of the pillows, in the huge bed was a sleeping B.A. Surprise flooded him, then shifted to an odd surge of anger. Did she jump in bed with strangers so easily?
“I could be Jack the Ripper’s great-great grandson.”
He patted the rumbling kitty and stared at B.A. slumbering on the other side of her feather bastion. Unbound hair spilled about her in a pool of gold, provoking his body to lurch with a jolt of lust—the kind a man can scarcely control.
Desire goaded him to reach over those pillows, yank her under him and take her in a hundred ways, the driving impulse nearly more than he could curb. A roguish smile spread across his mouth as the notion of pushing a few buttons, testing how far she’d let him go, flittered across his brain. He’d liked her reactions to him and was eager to see her blush again.
On the other hand, he fancied being Ms. Montgomerie’s guest for the foreseeable future. He figured acting the perfect houseguest would undermine her opposition to his plans. That didn’t include sliding over her and using his mouth in delicious ways to wake her up.
He settled for lifting a lock of her dark blond hair and rubbing it against his mouth. There’d be other opportunities.
Chapter 4
One head rose above the wall. Then a second, followed by an, “Ouch! Ouch!”
Michael and Callum glared at Willie.
“As a writer, Willa Macgregor,” Michael chided, “you ken stealth dunna include someone bleating like a bloody sheep.”
Willie’s head popped up next to the Mackenzie cousins, peering over the stone fence that encompassed the official residence of the Lady of the Isle. “Tell The Cat Dudley. ‘Tis enough the wee monster of Falgannon gives you his opinion when you’re wearing breeks, another to get that vampire bite when you’re in a kilt.”
Michael snorted.“‘Tis daft, a man crawling around with the wind tickling his family jewels whilst spying like James Bond. Ever see Bond in a kilt?”
Robbie joined the group, then scratched his red head in thought. Dudley jumped up on the fence and pussyfooted back and forth, eager to play this new game. Since Dudley’s idea of play differed vastly from the men’s, they took a moment to assess what the creature was doing.
“In On Her Majesty’s Secret Service, Bond donned a kilt—,” Robbie began.
The others chimed, “Dinna count.”
“That’s Lazenby,” Callum refreshed Robbie’s memory. “The official stance of the “Morn, B.A.” Club is Big Tam broke the mold.”
“Aye, that Irish laddie sucked eggs,” Willie commented.
Michael added, “Better than the new Craig chap.”
Murmurs of ayes were uttered with the shaking of heads.
“Last good Bond film was Diamonds Are Forever, filmed in Las Vegas.” Willie informed them, “Vegas would be grand for a honeymoon. I research my books at the same time.”
Michael scowled. “Ever occur, Willa, to set your books in present day Scotland? Then no pesky anachronisms.”
“Anachronisms? Is that something to do with spiders?” Robbie shuddered. “I have a deep revulsion for anything small and with more than four legs.”
Callum nudged Michael with his elbow. “What I want to ken is, can they actually do it on a galloping horse—or is that your fertile imagination, Lady Willa? ”
The cat came purring by, and the men leaned back to let him make another pass.
Robbie queried, “How come they frag people in movies and we cannot frag The Cat.”
“B.A. ruled no fragging Kitty after we got our DVDs of Full Metal Jacket and the fragging issue arose.” Michael reached into the back pocket of his jeans and pulled out a silver packet, rattling it to draw attention. “Hey, demon
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