The Highlander's Angel: a medieval buddy-cop romance (The Highland Angels Book 1) by Caroline Lee

Author:Caroline Lee [Lee, Caroline]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-01-09T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter 7

They reached Kintyre the next day, and Ross was almost disappointed.

Aye, he was ready for this mission to be complete, to have some answers they could return to Queen Elizabeth, but he was also enjoying himself.

Something had changed yesterday afternoon by the loch. For his part, he knew exactly what it was; he’d finally—finally!—had the chance to taste her again.

Kissing Court had been everything he’d remembered, the way she’d met him head-on like that, giving as good as she’d got.

He’d been stiff and unfulfilled after, aye, and ready to strangle Honor, but it had been a relief to have her in his arms once more. He was more at ease now, more relaxed, even if his cock hadn’t seemed to soften a bit since then.

But Courtney…?

She was different too. He wondered what that kiss had meant to her, but more than the kiss, it was the laughter which had changed her.

Lying there in the dirt beside the loch, Honor standing on his back, Ross had surged up on his elbows to stare at her in disbelief.

She’d been laughing.

He could count on two hands the number of times he’d seen this stoic partner of his smile, never more than that, but there she was, laughing. And when she did laugh, she put all of herself into it.

Her head had fallen back against the dirt, her lips—lips he’d been kissing moments before—stretched wide, and tears leaked from her eyes.

He hadn’t even minded she was laughing at him.

God’s Wounds, but she’d been a sight.

But his dog’s playful attack had broken the mood of their desire. Ross would’ve gladly made love to her, even after he’d untangled himself from Honor’s paws, but she gave no indication she was still interested.

She’d kept her distance, but every once in a while, she’d look his way and a small smile would flit across her lips, and that was enough.

He’d taken a long, cold swim in that loch.

And this morning, he’d woken up with her in his arms. They’d fallen asleep back-to-back, as was their custom since that night in the barn near Loch Fyne, but sometime during the night, he’d rolled over and fitted himself around her, and it felt right. Her arse nestled against him, his arm around her middle…they matched perfectly.

They were a team.

Partners.

“There should be a sentry around here somewhere.”

Her words, the first she’d spoken since they’d broken camp this morning, startled him. They’d reached the edge of a thick forest, and were now picking their way through. Even as she spoke, they stepped into shadows so deep, it seemed as if it were twilight, despite the sun shining high in the sky above the woven branches.

He peered into the gloom on either side of the road they followed. “If he’s here, he’s doing a piss-poor job.”

The noise she made might’ve been considered a chuckle from anyone else, but from her, it was likely a snort. “The Hand used to post a watch each day, here at the shadow-line. At this point, ‘tis too far back to the open road to run, and the trees offer highwaymen protection.

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