Valentine in a Kilt (Hot Scots Book 15) by Anna Durand

Author:Anna Durand [Durand, Anna]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: contemporary romance, romantic comedy, scottish, later in life, workplace romance
ISBN: 9781958144367
Publisher: Jacobsville Books
Published: 2024-02-20T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty

Rebecca

Thane couldn't have actually expected me to stand here on the sidewalk twiddling my thumbs. Whatever he spotted up ahead of us had spurred him to jog to the corner, then sprint down the side street. Am I going to obey his command? I might like his bossiness in bed, but this is a different situation. Besides, he only asked me not to follow him. He never commanded it.

I race around the corner and freeze.

Thane stands a couple of yards away, having a hushed but clearly heated conversation with a man I've never seen before. Maybe he's one of Thane's MacTaggart buddies or some other Scot he knows.

I walk swiftly to catch up to them, coming up beside Thane.

He scowls at me. "What are ye doing here? I said to stay put."

"No, you requested that I stay put. The word please made it an optional request."

I can tell Thane wants to argue with me, but he gives up on that to focus on the other man. "Are ye stalking me, Holden?"

The stranger puckers his lips and clenches his fists. "Stalking you? Oh, that's rich. You hunted me for weeks and sent me to prison. Fourteen years of living at His Majesty's pleasure isn't a holiday."

"You put yourself there. Go back to England and forget about your petty revenge plot."

I bite my bottom lip as the other man, Holden, glowers at Thane with all the heat of a furnace in Hell. Why does this man despise Thane with such passion? He speaks with a British accent, so I assume he lives in England. He must hold a huge amount of hatred inside himself if he traveled all this way just to harass Thane.

The Brit abruptly veers his attention to me---and smiles with all the wicked glee of a bad, bad man. "Well, who are you, pet? Thane's new bit of stuff, eh? He used to shag shedloads of girls, don't you know? That was his only talent. All that geospatial rubbish was a cover."

"Shut your bloody mouth, Holden," Thane snarls. "Or I will shut it for you, permanently."

"Oh, I'm so fucking scared of you. The computer geek who became a---"

Thane launches himself at Holden, clamping his hands around the man's throat and shaking him violently. "Everything ye just said violates the Official Secrets Act. Ahm taking ye to the police station."

"Don't think so, mate."

Holden slams his knee up into Thane's groin. Thane grunts and stumbles backward, losing his grip on the Brit who spins around to launch himself at me.

I ram my knee into his groin. The second he bends over, I smack my fists down on his neck as hard as I can. That won't stop him for long, but at least it gives Thane a chance to take another shot at the creep.

But just as Thane straightens, wearing a thunderous expression, Holden takes off down the street away from us. He sprints as fast as an Olympic athlete, disappearing before either of us realizes what's going on.

I hurry over to Thane.

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