To Redeem a Highland Rake_A Historical Scottish Romance by Collette Cameron

Author:Collette Cameron [Cameron, Collette]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Heart of a Scot, Book Two
Publisher: Collette Cameron
Published: 2018-12-12T06:00:00+00:00

Lockelieth Keep, Scottish Highlands

One Week Later

Coburn descended the last stair as a flash of scarlet disappeared down the corridor, revealing Arieen was already about her duties. Never had a woman distracted him as much as she did, and he found himself hard put to resist pulling her into his arms and kissing her breathless each time he encountered her. Which occurred multiple times daily.

His common sense scolding him soundly for yielding to temptation, he followed her to the study. She’d left the door open, and he took a few moments to savor observing her.

Lower lip caught between her teeth, and holding her spectacles, she drew the candlestick nearer as she peered at the ledger. The feminine writing desk she sat at had been his mother’s. He’d asked the piece be placed before a bookshelf near the fireplace, so she wouldn’t become chilled in the dark and drafty chamber.

Another, more selfish reason had motivated him to offer the desk’s usage, and moving it into the study, rather than her chamber or the library. The days he worked in here, she’d be but a few feet away. He’d begun to crave her presence, much like a tippler lusted after his rum.

“How is my mother’s desk workin’ out for ye?” he asked from the doorway.

Jumping, she dropped her spectacles and nearly toppled the inkwell too. “You startled me Coburn. I didn’t expect you this morning. I thought you were training the horses again today.”

He ambled in and after crossing to her, ran a finger over the desk’s burnished wood. “I saw ye scurryin’ in here and couldn’t resist followin’ ye.”

“Oh.” At his admission, her eyes went soft, and her pretty lips parted.

He stepped ’round the desk and resting a hip on the edge, mere inches from her, picked up her spectacles. “Have I told ye how adorable ye look wearin’ these?”

Lifting them to eye height, he squinted and peered through the lenses. Everything was blurry.

“I don’t think adorable is how I’d describe how I appear in them.” Forming a moue with her mouth, she wrinkled her nose. “More like a frumpy spinster or a stuffy bluestocking.”

She accepted them from him, and after carefully laying them atop the ledger, gazed up at him. “Did you need something?”

What would she do if he asked for a kiss?

Just a wee one?

Nae. Logan had warned him away from her.

“Nae. I just wanted to make sure yer adjustin’ to Lockelieth and dinna have need of anythin’.” His fabricated excuse sounded feeble even to him.

Her bright smile lit her eyes, yet sadness also lurked in their green depths. “I’m well content.”

“Have ye had any word from Flemin’ about the bairn?” he asked, more as an excuse to linger than any real interest in anything related to the Scot.

She shook her head, and her hair—worn down today and held back with a black ribbon across her brow—billowed around her shoulders. “I know nothing other than Morag was still in labor when the footman retrieved my belongings.”

“Sorry I am for ye.” He covered her hand with his palm.

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