The Scottish Companion by Karen Ranney

Author:Karen Ranney [Karen Ranney]
Language: eng
Format: epub, pdf
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ISBN: 9780061252372
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Publisher: Avon
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

He was not given to self-flagellation. He didn’t believe in punishing himself for his actions, even if they were ill-formed and wrong. Grant always made a point of learning from each misadventure. If his errors in judgment affected other people, he made amends where he could, and vowed not to duplicate his mistakes. He found that such techniques assisted him in his work and his personal life.

So what the hell was he doing now?

Someone should give her a good talking to. Someone should tell her that she really should not smile at a man with such warmth. And whatever she used to rinse her hair should certainly be forbidden, at least until she was married. Let her captivate her husband. Certainly she would marry one day, just as his nuptials were already planned. Why should he get such a sour feeling at the thought?

She should have worn a shawl over that dress. The bodice was entirely too snug. He could see the outline of her nipples. At least he thought he could, and God knew he’d looked often enough in the last few minutes.

He was like a boy who had never seen the female form before, and ached to stroke her with eager palms. He wanted to know if all the softest spots were really soft. Were her curves as enticing as he thought, and those long legs of hers, were they as shapely as he guessed?

Good God, he was over thirty. Surely enough time had passed since he was an adolescent? God knew he’d bedded his share of women. Why couldn’t he remember one at the moment?

He shouldn’t be alone with Gillian, and he shouldn’t be talking to her: plumbing her mind in lieu of her body.

He should be concerned about his own health instead of traipsing through the marsh. Yet he’d never felt better, more energetic. Nor had he ever been as reluctant to face his future.

An earl did not renege on an arrangement. The 10th Earl of Straithern especially did not dishonor his bargain. His father had already blighted the family name; Grant had spent his lifetime attempting to not add to the shame.

He would marry Arabella Fenton and find something to champion about the union. But he would forever wonder about Gillian Cameron.

He gave the order for the men to convey the glass vials, now cloudy with gas, back to his laboratory. Only then did he turn to Gillian.

“Whom do you mourn?” he asked. A question she’d never answered and one that had niggled at him for days.

She looked startled. He waited until the footmen were sufficiently far away to ask the question again.

“Why do you wish to know?” she asked.

“I find I’m excessively curious about you, Miss Cameron. Perhaps I should not be, but there it is.”

She hesitated for a moment, before turning and preceding him up the path.

There was something about Miss Gillian Cameron that led him to believe that his being an earl held absolutely no allure for her. She was extraordinarily self-possessed, given to seeking her own counsel rather than the company of others.

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