Scandalous in a Kilt by Anna Durand

Author:Anna Durand [Durand, Anna]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: contemporary romance, romantic comedy, second chances, marriage of convenience, highlander, scottish romance
ISBN: 9781934631966
Publisher: Jacobsville Books
Published: 2018-04-20T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-One

I arrived home the next day in a better mood than I'd known in over a week. The stress of a quickie marriage, the invasion of the MacTaggarts, and my ongoing battle to loosen up Rory had trickled away. My appointment with Dr. Buchanan, a surprisingly young man with a kindly demeanor, had gone well. But it was my lunch with the American Wives Club that had reinvigorated my attitude.

Much as Rory might want to, he couldn't understand my situation. I'd uprooted my entire life and become a transplant in a land where the people sort of spoke English. Rory's mercurial moods and numerous hang-ups had proved harder to sort out than I'd imagined.

Sure, I loved Scotland so far. And I might maybe possibly be starting to fall for Rory. I couldn't discuss my relationship with him with him. I adored Mrs. Darroch and Jamie, but neither of them could talk me through the chaos of my new life. Only another American, another wife of a complex MacTaggart man, could comprehend my predicament.

Erica and Calli were godsends and great ladies to boot. Lunch turned into the most fun I'd had since that weekend in New Orleans with Rory.

Now, as the vestibule door clicked shut, I made my way upstairs to Rory's office.

The door swung open, and Rory stepped out. He stopped dead when he spotted me.

I trotted up to him. "Hi, honey. I'm home."

He looked like a man caught doing something naughty, though I couldn't imagine what.

"Everything okay?" I asked, peeking around his shoulder. "Were you getting your rocks off in there?"

"What?" He executed a double take, his shock utterly lovable. "Why would you ask such a thing?"

"Because you look guilty."

He shuffled his feet and glanced toward the hall windows. "I, ah, wanted to... watch out the windows for you."

"Waiting for me to come home? Aw, that's so ---"

"Do not say sweet or cute."

"Endearing. How's that?"

"Acceptable, I suppose." He turned sideways to the door, gesturing toward the nearest chair inside the office. "Come in."

I flopped into the chair he'd pointed at, the one I'd come to think of as my chair. I expected Rory to retreat behind his desk, but instead, he perched on the desk's edge in front of me with his hands loosely linked.

"Your visa has been approved," he said.

"Wow, that was fast."

"I have a friend at the Home Office. He had your application expedited." Rory did that almost-smiling thing. "Stephen Beckham is an old friend from university, and he was extremely grateful for my help in sorting out his father's estate after the old man passed away. His father had been senile and married an exotic dancer, then tried to amend his will."

"Makes me look like a sane choice, huh?" I rocked back in my chair, the front legs lifting off the floor a smidgen. "Thought you couldn't talk about your clients."

"The details appeared in newspapers. It was quite the scandal at the time."

"Were you mentioned in the stories?"

Rory lifted one shoulder. "A few times, but no one cared about the solicitor.

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