The Laird and I by Patience Griffin

Author:Patience Griffin [Griffin, Patience]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B01K3JJSNW
Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
Published: 1637-08-14T18:30:00+00:00

Sophie didn’t need her coat on her way back to Kilheath Castle. Aye, it was still snowing out. Aye, she should’ve been a Sophie Popsicle riding on the back of the ATV with Donal. But she was so heated up by Hugh’s closeness back at the cottage, not to mention his double entendre that she was downright smoldering. And she should be ashamed of herself for not feeling bad about it.

She was quite flattered by Hugh’s attention, but she couldn’t possibly think it meant anything. To be stuck out in the countryside with so few prospects of female companionship had to be awful for him. Before moving back to Lalkanbroch village, Hugh had lived in Edinburgh, a different girl every night, according to Amy. He was simply hard up…which explained his attention to Sophie tonight. Lucky for her, the wool mill was out in the middle of nowhere.

Donal pulled the ATV to the back door and stopped.

“Thank you for the ride back.” Sophie climbed off the vehicle, looking toward the woods as if Hugh might magically appear.

“Don’t worry, miss, I’ll get the Laird now.”

She started to argue with Donal that she wasn’t worried about anyone, but the man had taken off already.

Sophie hurried into the mudroom, stripping off her snow-covered coat and kicking off her boots. She wanted to be changed into dry clothes and her things cleared from his room before the Laird returned.

She hustled her way through the house, hearing Aunt Davinia come in the back door as well. Sophie didn’t stop, climbing the two flights of stairs quickly. She knew she was being ridiculous, but she wanted to be back in the kitchen sipping tea when the master arrived home.

And she wanted to be composed…which she wasn’t sure she could pull off just yet.

She peeled off her clothes and put on dry ones, a delayed chill setting in. Or was it nerves? As she opened Hugh’s top dresser drawer to unload it, there was a knock at the door.

He can’t be home already!

“Let me in, dear.” Only Aunt Davinia.

Before Sophie answered the door, she closed Hugh’s drawer, not wanting Davinia to glimpse her underthings.

Aunt Davinia pulled her out into the hallway. “Come downstairs and have a cuppa with me.”

“No, thank you.” Sophie’s things were strewn about Hugh’s bedroom. “I best clean this up.”

Aunt Davinia shuffled her farther into the hall, reaching in to close the door. “You can take care of that later.”

“But—”

The older woman looped her arm through hers. “Don’t argue with Aunt Davinia. You need to warm yere bones.”

Sophie allowed herself to be led down the stairs and back to the kitchen. Just as they got settled at the table, the door opened and the dogs rushed in, shaking snow from their massive bodies. Hugh appeared next, windblown, his cheeks alive from the brutal weather, and looking absolutely gorgeous.

Aunt Davinia grabbed another mug, filled it with tea, and thrust it into his hands. “Take Sophie into the parlor, Hugh-boy, and warm her up in front of the fire.

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