Some Like It Scot by Suzanne Enoch

Author:Suzanne Enoch
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: St. Martin's Press
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

Catriona sat down on the stack of lumber, listening as Bear greeted the Owen fellow. If this footman was anything like Peter Gilling, he would be far more than a lad in livery expected to deliver tea on command. The male staff of a clan chief’s household, if he held to the old ways as Glengask did, would be trained warriors, ready to lay down their lives to protect the family.

Munro was a trained warrior as well, lethal when he needed to be, and casually dangerous by virtue of his size and strength. For some reason she still couldn’t quite grasp, he’d decided to use that power to aid her. And to seduce her. It all seemed fantastical enough that she couldn’t resist the opportunity.

From what she could make out, he gave Peter and Owen—and himself—a sandwich, then sent both men on an errand to the village for plaster and mortar and more tarps. She knew precisely why he wanted the other men gone, and the thought of what would happen next both terrified and excited her.

To him, this would likely be a hopefully pleasant interlude, just one of many. With his looks and his family connections, how could he not have lovers scattered all across the countryside? Experienced, pretty lasses who knew how to please a man. He’d as much as said he did. As for her, well, she knew how to take down a twelve-point buck from a hundred yards away. Being unclothed with a man, though, was an entirely new experience.

“Ye can come doon now, Cat,” Munro called from the base of the stairs. “We’ve a beef stew and mutton sandwiches.”

Rubbing her hands against her thighs, she stood up. At least if she made a mess of things, he would realize he’d made a mistake in kissing her, and he would leave her be. And she would know that fleeing Islay had been the absolute correct decision. She would make a terrible wife, a horrible excuse for a lady, and an abysmal peace offering. Squaring her shoulders, she clambered down the stairs and up the hallway—and stopped at the closed door. Her new door.

She smiled, touching it, then stepped sideways to look through the unfinished wall beside it. “This is bonny,” she said, “but I think ye forgot someaught.”

He appeared on the other side of the open wall. “Aye, it may have a few flaws. It’s nae finished, though. After yesterday I figured ye should have a bit more protection. I dunnae like the idea of ye spending the night awake with a musket across yer lap.”

Pushing open the door, she stepped into the kitchen. Rather grateful for the distraction, she swung the door back and forth and then latched it closed. “Even like this, it’ll give me a bit more notice,” she said. “Thank ye.”

“After we get the tarp set over yer roof, I’ll finish the wall here and get ye that bar ye can put across it.”

Catriona faced him. “Ye dunnae have to do all this, Bear.

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