Kresley Cole - MacCarrick Brothers - 3 by If You Deceive

Author:If You Deceive [Deceive, If You]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2010-12-22T03:19:04.450000+00:00

“You doona need to be out on the streets.”

“But you will keep me safe,” she answered, as though he’d uttered something foolish. He strode for the door. “No, you need to rest. I’ll have a bath sent up and wait outside till you’re done.”

Just as he had his hand on the door handle, she said, “MacCarrick, would you please buy me just a few new garments?”

He froze. Christ, she’d actually done it. This was the beginning of the end. She stood and lightly touched his elbow, an unnecessarily cruel and unfair tactic. “I can repay you.”

He closed his eyes. He’d just have to deny her. Or put a price on them she wouldn’t want to pay. He turned with a lecherous look. “Lass, you ken they will no’ come cheaply.”

No angry words, no scathing retorts. “I also now know you won’t take advantage of a girl under your protection with no money and no family here to care for her.”

He bit out a harsh curse under his breath. “Do you no’ need to rest?”

“Dresses, MacCarrick,” she reminded him gently.

Once the seamstress had finished up a quick hem on her new skirt and the vivacious shopkeeper had packed her purchases, Annalía crossed to the front of the store, where MacCarrick prowled outside, pacing back and forth, and called him inside to pay.

When he entered, he went no further than the tight doorway, standing there with her as he surveyed her simple blouse and skirt. He stared at her face and her breasts and all the way down and up again, unhurriedly. This wasn’t the first time he’d examined her so rudely, but this time his lingering gaze didn’t infuriate her. This time, it felt like a touch.

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The shopkeeper murmured, “I envy you the night you’re going to have.”

MacCarrick must have heard her because he turned away from Annalía with a cough into his fist. But what kind of night did his look promise? Why would the pretty woman envy her that?

Both the shopkeeper and the seamstress had told Annalía she waslucky to have such a “handsome Scot.” The seamstress had added, “Scottish men are such lusty devils!” as if this were a good trait. When MacCarrick went to the counter to pay, the shopkeeper bent forward to present the bill—and her cleavage—to him. If Annalía hadn’t been here with him, would he have kissed the eager woman? Taken her into what would’ve been solely his room and bedded her? What an unusual, infuriating thought. She sauntered up to him, then took his arm, giving the woman a glare. She winked at Annalía. The French!

On their way back to the inn, she was acutely aware of every woman who sneaked a glance at him. She’d never seen him around women like this and didn’t like it, even though he seemed oblivious. When in Paris, she’d seen gloriously handsome men walking by, and though she didn’t sigh out loud like her girlfriends, she’d noted them appreciatively, but the looks these women gave MacCarrick were more sensual, more lascivious.

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