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Authors: Deborah MacGillivray
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greens of the rolling countryside to the white sand beaches and tropical colored water.
B.A. had left the back door open to enjoy the music. Also, to keep an ear out if her patient called—though he’d need to bellow over the Tone Loc. Dancing along the walkway, B.A. gyrated through the rose garden leading up the knoll toward the castle.
Pondering which blooms to cut, she inhaled their heady perfume. The music moved her, so she indulged.
“If you can swish your tail, Kitty, so can I.” No Robert Palmer girl, she put force behind the sensual rocking. Her long hair swirled as she let the music possess her body. “I wish I had some of those stripper tassels, Dudley, so I could make them go in circles in opposite directions…”
Gorgeous lavender tea roses drew her. Pulling one to her nose, she inhaled the citrus scent. As she bent to snip it, Dudley gifted her with one of his vampire bites to her ankle.
“Sir Dudley the Terrible, you’re not a feline, but a midget alien in a cat suit. Tommy Lee Jones and Will Smith are looking for you,” she teased.
The cat’s chubby body cantered up the walkway to the plants profuse with red blossoms. He circled the bush of My Lady’s Passion and meowed.
“You think? Men are mad for red. Little red wagons, red cars and sexy red dresses. These blooms are a vivid scarlet—no trace of pinks or purples to muddy the color. The black lacings on the edges remind me of sexy underwear. Okay, Dudley knows best.”
Cutting three, she wrapped her silk robe about her and danced back to the thatched house, Dudley on her heels. As she started up the steps, she glanced up at the bedroom window. The corner of her mouth tugged into a smile, and she was glad to see The Panther Desmond wasn’t awake to witness her bump-and-grind.
“Grand thing about living out here, Dudley. There’s none save you to witness my foolishness.”
“You see that?” Robbie whistled, fanning himself.
“I’ve eyeballs in my head.” Michael was stunned. “Our B.A. danced about in her bedclothes in the garden.”
Callum nodded. “It’s been a long time since our lass was so gay.”
“Dunna say gay,” Robbie grumped. “Makes me think of Oonanne and Morag.”
“Happy, then.” Callum stared at the house. “Well, I go for it. ‘Tis this Desmond bloke for our B.A. Agreed?”
“Aye,” the others chorused enthusiastically.
“A bonnie duo they’ll make. The sooner the better,” Robbie stated.
“Let’s hoof it back to The Hanged Man and report. Map out battle plans. Despite B.A. sashaying, she’ll not fancy falling in love as fast as we need. She’s a Montgomerie, after all.”
Dudley hopped back up on the fence, then yowled as if to say, What did you decide?
“I still think the cat needs fragging,” Robbie grumbled.
Michael followed the others crawling away from B.A.‘s garden, frowning again at his bird’s-eye view of what a Scotsman wore under his kilt. “Lady Willa, wear breeks next time we go a-spying. Please!”
Chapter 5
Stepping back from the window, Desmond feared B.A. had caught him looking. His body was rock-hard from watching Ms. BarbaraAnne Montgomerie dance her heart out with the raw sexuality of a stripper and the grace of a ballerina. The pagan rhythm of her movements provoked a hungry heat to ravage his body, to twist his guts into knots. Placing a hand on his groin, he tested how aroused he was.
Desmond sought to recall the last time he’d wanted a woman this desperately—the point where civilized man faded and the primitive took control. No memory jumped to mind.
Too much of his life had been spent struggling to survive. While other kids had worried about bikes or what they’d get for birthdays, his sole focus had been putting grinding poverty behind him. In his twenties, he’d worked eighteen hours a day to ensure his younger brothers received the finest education.
Thus, women had never been a high priority. Oh, there were affairs, numerous affairs, but the
B.A. had left the back door open to enjoy the music. Also, to keep an ear out if her patient called—though he’d need to bellow over the Tone Loc. Dancing along the walkway, B.A. gyrated through the rose garden leading up the knoll toward the castle.
Pondering which blooms to cut, she inhaled their heady perfume. The music moved her, so she indulged.
“If you can swish your tail, Kitty, so can I.” No Robert Palmer girl, she put force behind the sensual rocking. Her long hair swirled as she let the music possess her body. “I wish I had some of those stripper tassels, Dudley, so I could make them go in circles in opposite directions…”
Gorgeous lavender tea roses drew her. Pulling one to her nose, she inhaled the citrus scent. As she bent to snip it, Dudley gifted her with one of his vampire bites to her ankle.
“Sir Dudley the Terrible, you’re not a feline, but a midget alien in a cat suit. Tommy Lee Jones and Will Smith are looking for you,” she teased.
The cat’s chubby body cantered up the walkway to the plants profuse with red blossoms. He circled the bush of My Lady’s Passion and meowed.
“You think? Men are mad for red. Little red wagons, red cars and sexy red dresses. These blooms are a vivid scarlet—no trace of pinks or purples to muddy the color. The black lacings on the edges remind me of sexy underwear. Okay, Dudley knows best.”
Cutting three, she wrapped her silk robe about her and danced back to the thatched house, Dudley on her heels. As she started up the steps, she glanced up at the bedroom window. The corner of her mouth tugged into a smile, and she was glad to see The Panther Desmond wasn’t awake to witness her bump-and-grind.
“Grand thing about living out here, Dudley. There’s none save you to witness my foolishness.”
“You see that?” Robbie whistled, fanning himself.
“I’ve eyeballs in my head.” Michael was stunned. “Our B.A. danced about in her bedclothes in the garden.”
Callum nodded. “It’s been a long time since our lass was so gay.”
“Dunna say gay,” Robbie grumped. “Makes me think of Oonanne and Morag.”
“Happy, then.” Callum stared at the house. “Well, I go for it. ‘Tis this Desmond bloke for our B.A. Agreed?”
“Aye,” the others chorused enthusiastically.
“A bonnie duo they’ll make. The sooner the better,” Robbie stated.
“Let’s hoof it back to The Hanged Man and report. Map out battle plans. Despite B.A. sashaying, she’ll not fancy falling in love as fast as we need. She’s a Montgomerie, after all.”
Dudley hopped back up on the fence, then yowled as if to say, What did you decide?
“I still think the cat needs fragging,” Robbie grumbled.
Michael followed the others crawling away from B.A.‘s garden, frowning again at his bird’s-eye view of what a Scotsman wore under his kilt. “Lady Willa, wear breeks next time we go a-spying. Please!”
Chapter 5
Stepping back from the window, Desmond feared B.A. had caught him looking. His body was rock-hard from watching Ms. BarbaraAnne Montgomerie dance her heart out with the raw sexuality of a stripper and the grace of a ballerina. The pagan rhythm of her movements provoked a hungry heat to ravage his body, to twist his guts into knots. Placing a hand on his groin, he tested how aroused he was.
Desmond sought to recall the last time he’d wanted a woman this desperately—the point where civilized man faded and the primitive took control. No memory jumped to mind.
Too much of his life had been spent struggling to survive. While other kids had worried about bikes or what they’d get for birthdays, his sole focus had been putting grinding poverty behind him. In his twenties, he’d worked eighteen hours a day to ensure his younger brothers received the finest education.
Thus, women had never been a high priority. Oh, there were affairs, numerous affairs, but the
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