Must Love Highlanders by Patience Griffin Grace Burrowes

Author:Patience Griffin Grace Burrowes [Grace Burrowes, Patience Griffin]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 2015-01-07T00:00:00+00:00

A student could live in New York for several years and not learn much more of the town than the nearest cheap restaurants, a couple of suds-yer-duds, and a half-dozen coffee shops. Louise had fared a little better than that, but not much.

“Is this restaurant one of your favorites?” Louise asked as Liam handed her out of the cab.

“I hope you’ll like this place,” Liam said, winging his arm at her, though nobody walked down the street in New York arm in arm.

What did that matter? Louise took Liam’s arm, though they were in the skyscraper canyons of the Financial District. By day, all would be sunlight reflecting off of new construction, and bustling crowds of sharply-dressed professionals exuding stress and self-importance in equal measure.

“In here,” Liam said, gesturing to a discrete, formal façade in the middle of a block. A limousine waited by the curb.

Maybe the restaurant was in the basement or on the roof?

Louise walked with Liam past a reception area where a guard at a desk asked for their names. Louise was too busy studying the frescoes and paintings on the walls to pay much attention.

“This place is gorgeous,” she said, when Liam would have hauled her over to the elevators. “Can you imagine what that stained glass looks like in daylight?”

“It’s magnificent,” Liam said, “and the patterns the window glass makes on the floor on a sunny afternoon are intended to dance with the inlays on the tiles. We’ll come back and admire it someday.”

A note in his voice caught Louise’s attention. They’d have a someday, a lot of somedays, of that Louise was increasingly certain. She didn’t need pretty words when she had that steady, tender regard in Liam’s blue eyes.

“Let’s go to dinner,” she said, taking Liam’s hand. “We’ll do the Met tomorrow, assuming I let you out of bed.”

“We’ll do the Met,” Liam answered, kissing her on the mouth. “Or whatever you please.”

He was dangerously good-looking in his finery, not simply because he was a handsome guy. He knew how to wear Highland formal attire, knew exactly where the sporran ought to rest, knew the feel of the kilt draped against his thighs.

“I still want to sketch you,” Louise murmured as they stepped off the elevator. “Without your clothes, Liam.”

They were in another lobby of sorts, a mezzanine space that stretched for much of the floor. People milled about here, and to one side of the area, a buffet had been set up.

The flowers along the buffet were gorgeous without being too showy. Purples and greens with the occasional dash of yellow or red.

“Liam? This does not look like a restaurant.” It looked like a reception… or a showing. Louise’s gaze returned to the flowers, beautiful, understated and vaguely disquieting.

“There’s plenty to eat,” Liam said. “I made sure of that, and the bar’s in that corner. Let’s have a look at the main attraction, though, shall we?”

Restaurants did not have main attractions. One of Louise’s former professors, a woman who’d done quite well with textiles, waggled her fingers at Louise and disquiet threatened to coalesce into anxiety.

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