The Ghosts of Culloden Moor 36 - Alexander by Cassidy Cayman

Author:Cassidy Cayman [Cayman, Cassidy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-01-27T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 6

Mia awoke to a pounding at the front door. Her racing heart drove away every last bit of sleep and she sat up straight. It took her a second to remember why she was on the couch, but the Highlander standing in the middle of her living room quickly brought her up to speed.

“Shall I answer it?” he asked, voice full of tension, eyes fierce.

Every muscle in his very muscular body was coiled for action. She prayed there would be no need.

“Just stay here. Let me see who it is.”

She sounded more confident than she felt. Who would be pounding her door down first thing in the morning? The old door didn’t have a peephole and she moved the curtains the barest centimeter, hoping whoever was out there wouldn’t notice the movement.

Her hands shook when she saw a sleek black Mercedes in the drive. Would he park in the drive so boldly? Of course he would. He feared nothing, thought his money put him above the law. Which, sadly, it mostly did. But not this last time, which had driven him bonkers with rage.

The angle the door was at, she couldn’t see who was on the porch unless she either opened the door or pulled the curtains back more. She couldn’t make herself do either and found she was shrinking back into the shell of her old life. Too frightened to do a thing.

Bother that. She had a massive Highlander in her living room. One who couldn’t be killed. Giddy with excitement, she scurried back to Conall.

“I can’t see who it is,” she said. “You better open it. He’s not one for subtlety.”

He grinned and cracked his knuckles, sending a thrill coursing through her. “Aye, nor am I.”

She stayed back a few feet as he marched toward the door. He deftly turned the locks and flung it open with a bloodcurdling yell, fist raised and ready to rain down hell. Oh, she couldn’t wait to see the hell start raining down.

A tiny woman with a dark bob haircut stood in the doorway, holding a large wicker basket. To her credit she didn’t flinch at the merciless apparition in front of her, only moved back a step.

Conall dropped his fist and bowed. “I beg your pardon. We— I thought ye’d be someone else.”

The woman smiled, peeking around his hulking form. “I’m Piper Sinclair-Ferguson,” she called cheerily. “From the castle up the hill.”

Mia hurried forward, pushing Conall out of the way. “Goodness, sorry.” She tried to think of an excuse for why Conall had opened the door in such a manner but gave up completely. “Come in, won’t you?”

Piper held out the basket. “My best friend Evie is your neighbor and she couldn’t shut up about you. I brought some jellies and a ham to welcome you to the village. My cook is amazing. If you like ham, you’ll think you died and went to heaven.”

Mia took the basket and motioned for her to follow them to the kitchen. “I like ham,” she said dizzily.

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