A Highland Summer: The Billionaire's Nanny (A BWWM Billionaire Contemporary Romance) by Imani King

Author:Imani King [King, Imani]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 2015-07-08T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter 9

Darach drove us to the pub in an ancient, dusty Land Rover and I didn't mention anything Mrs. Clyde had said - not at first. He noticed my mood, though, and tried to make me laugh.

"What were you expecting, a Lamborghini? I'm not the Lamborghini type, Jennifer."

I forced a smile. "I'm not the Lamborghini type either. But only because I can't afford it."

My comment wasn't even really a joke but the Laird laughed anyway. He was wearing a thin, blue cashmere sweater over a button-down shirt and a pair of dark dress pants. I watched him drive out of the corner of my eye, noting the way his long, pale fingers gripped the steering wheel at the top and the way he used the heel of one hand to turn it. He looked so perfectly at ease in his own surroundings - I envied him that sense of belonging - of home.

We got a few stares when we got to the pub and Darach noticed me noticing them.

"They know who I am. And they don't know who you are. That's all it is - just nosey locals."

It still made me a little self-conscious. I had yet to see a single other black person in Scotland, although I suppose it wasn't that much of a surprise, given Castle McLanald's isolated location. When Darach came back to the little wooden table we'd decided to sit at he handed me a large glass of dark liquid.

"Here you go, Jennifer the American. To your first pint!"

We clinked glasses and he watched me take a small, tentative sip. I really tried not to make a face but whatever it was he had me drinking it was extremely bitter.

"Ha! Don't worry, we'll have your palate trained soon enough."

I watched him sip his beer, probably a little too closely I must admit. It left a mustache of foam in the stubble on his upper lip and my fingers itched to reach up and brush it away. It was a relief to be in the pub - the unfamiliar surroundings and new experiences took my mind - and, I suspect, the Laird's - momentarily off Cameron and the fact that she wasn't waiting for us back at the Castle, safe and sound.

The beer didn't just taste strong. Before I'd even finished half of it I could feel the warm, comforting fog of a mild buzz descending over me, making it even more difficult to take my eyes off the straight line of Darach's jaw or the burly width of his shoulders.

"You lightweight, you're not even halfway through your first pint!" he teased, grinning at me and taking a large gulp of his own beer, as if to show me up for the wimp I was.

At one point he got up to go the restroom and left his wallet on the table. I checked to see if anyone was watching and opened it up to see if I could find an I.D. card of some sort. I wanted to know how old he was and I didn't want to have to ask and possibly embarrass myself.

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