Must Love Kilts by Angela Quarles

Author:Angela Quarles
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Romance, Time Travel, Historical, Scottish, Paranormal
Publisher: Angela Quarles
Published: 2016-07-11T04:00:00+00:00

Iain groaned at what he’d nearly admitted. Was bad enough what he did end up saying.

But the truth almost escaped his tongue: that he wished for more with his clan. Because was this all there was to his life? Eating, drinking, fucking?

Somehow, he’d been pushed into that role, and he’d be damned if he could figure how to break out of it. The role had become a cage in which he rattled around. Looking out of the bars at others who had companions and families. Children they could love.

Most of the time, he ignored those bars. Kept his back to them and enjoyed himself. After all, life was short, was it not?

Every once in a while, though, he looked over his shoulder and caught a tender glance from a husband to his wife, or a chubby child wrapping his wee, pudgy arms around his father’s leg and holding on as if his father were the wee one’s anchor.

And something inside him…ached.

He’d whip his head back around then and crack a joke, determined to make the most of his lot. It was more than what his brother had been given.

Nay. He’d not be confessing this to a soul. They’d think him as cocked up as a Highland cow mooing down a dirty London lane.

He faced Traci and propped himself up by his elbow, mirroring her pose. “So. We’re both misfits then.”

She nodded. He couldn’t read her thoughts, but he feared they contained pity, and that he couldn’t abide.

He pushed her shoulder, turning her around until he could tuck her up against his body.

He’d ached to have her stretched out beside him, to feel her warm skin against his, but truth be told, this wasn’t the reason for his action. He wanted her penetrating stare directed away from him. She saw too much.

She sighed and held herself stiffly at first, but he didn’t press any further, and soon she relaxed against him. Honestly—and he’d chop off his left cod before admitting this to any of the men—it was pleasant to be just lying here with someone. Lord knew he was tired.

And it wasn’t just someone.

It was Traci.

Traci made him feel comfortable when he allowed himself to be still and let her presence soak into him. He’d discovered this accidentally when she’d ridden on the pony with him to Invergarry. They’d ceased talking and…relaxed into each other.

It was an odd sensation. Part of him still prickled with awareness and restlessness all over his skin, sure, but he had no urge to brush her hair aside, skim his lips along her smooth, creamy shoulder, and whisper a soft, seductive word or two in her ear.

Nay, that wasn’t exactly right, as the hard evidence at his hip could attest. But it wasn’t the only urge. He ignored the restlessness, allowed himself to settle beside her, against him, and just…be. Which was a wonder in and of itself. Never had he wanted to just…sleep next to a woman.

Somehow, being beside Traci allowed him to snatch glimpses of himself, and he didn’t want to chase it away now that he’d glimpsed it.

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