A Good Scot is Hard to Find (Something About a Highlander Book 2) by Angeline Fortin

Author:Angeline Fortin [Fortin, Angeline]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: My Personal Bubble LLC
Published: 2020-05-27T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter 21

It would not do. Not at all.

It took hours, well into the wee hours of the morning for Finn to loosen his hold on her. All the while her mind refused to let go of that paralyzing moment. With a murmured grumble, he rolled over. Aila slipped from the bed as if this were the worst coyote ugly moment anyone had ever conceived.

Except it wasn’t regret that compelled her.

And it wasn’t a walk of shame she was about to make.

It was a flight of self-preservation.

Rab lifted his head as she tiptoed across the room. Heart knocking against her ribs from the fear of waking Finn, she pulled her clothes from their hooks. Yanking on her blouse and skirt, she threw her wool plaid around her shoulders. The hinges on her trunk screeched like alarm bells to her ears when she knelt to ease the lid open. She froze and glanced back at the bed. Thankfully, he slept on.

And continued to sleep when her purse upended and spilled it contents while she spilled a curse or two. Or three. One for the noise she made, another for the lack of light as she swept her hand around the interior of the trunk, grabbed every solid object she touched and stuffed it back inside the bag.

One last oath for the lump sum of her idiocy. There were so many layers to it, she didn’t have time to define them. How had she let it go so far?

“Tha mi ag aoradh dhut gu h-obann, bana-bhuidseach bheag.”

Aila knew a handful of Gaelic. Enough to figure out about two words of what he’d said. One was witch.

The other was adore.

That alone sent her heartbeat into a tailspin. Still, in a million years it couldn’t equal to the panic that raged inside of her. The panic that compelled her to flee.

Gah, she hadn’t signed up for this. This intimacy. This exposure. She hadn’t anticipated Finn and the depth of feeling he could wring from her.

Or worse, the emotion she might rouse in him.

This wasn’t why she’d come here. Somewhere along the way, she’d forgotten her purpose. Had she left the moment Boyce gave her the necklace — mission accomplished — it would never have come to this.

Aila stood with the time travel device in one hand and flung her purse over her shoulder as she crept to the door and opened it. Backstepping, she opened the table drawer and found a candle tall enough to light from the embers in the fireplace and substituted it for the stubby one in her chamberstick. Finn groaned and she held her breath. When he stilled once more, she looped a finger through the handle of the candlestick and dashed to the door. She shot Rab a pointed look, and the dog followed with visible reluctance. Well, she wasn’t exactly thrilled either!

Her eyes strayed back to the bed, her chest tight and aching. Her heart warred, begging her to stay but lighting the fire under her to make a hasty retreat.

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