The Scottish Play by Phoebe Alexander

Author:Phoebe Alexander
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Mountains Wanted Publishing

twelve

molly

It was unseasonably warm in southern Indiana today, about seventy-five degrees. Not to worry. It would probably snow next week. Such was Midwestern weather. I smoothed out my voluminous skirts, thinking about how hot I was probably going to get once I started drinking.

Walking up the steps to the porch, I sucked in my gut in my corset. I didn’t think Poe could have laced it any tighter. It was like a sudden wave of sadism washed over her when she was helping me get ready.

Hopefully, my date would appreciate my efforts. The plan was for me to leave my car at Lachlan’s so we could ride to the Halloween party together. I brought an overnight bag just in case.

When I rang the doorbell at Lachlan’s house, I was expecting Lachlan to answer the door. He did not. It was Darth.

Ugh.

“Moving in?” Darth watched me through the screen door, making no move to invite me inside the house.

I rolled my eyes. “Is Lachlan here?”

“He took his dog on a run and then decided to take a shower.” Darth still stood there, arms crossed over his chest.

“Well, do you mind if I come in and have a seat while I’m waiting for him?” What was this guy’s problem? I couldn’t understand what Cynda saw in him, but maybe he just really hated me.

“I guess.” He shrugged. Then he walked away from the door. Sigh.

I opened it and looked around. I didn’t see where Darth went. I didn’t see Lachlan, and I wasn’t being greeted by Miss Bonnie Skye either. Curious. I took a seat on the sofa and waited.

I didn’t have to wait long because, as soon as his bedroom door opened, a furry black streak of lightning bolted down the hall and was in my lap licking my face in a heartbeat. “Well, hello to you too!” I tried to protect my makeup, and, you know, my face in general, from the slobbery attack.

Footsteps sounded, barely audible over the little dog’s pants and whimpers. When I looked up, Lachlan was standing before me in nothing but a towel. I gulped.

His tattoos glittered with droplets of water, and his hair and beard were shiny and wet. His stormy eyes fell on me as I stood up, setting his dog on the floor. I stood to my full height as his lips parted, his tongue darting out to lick his bottom lip.

“Fuck, Molly… We aren’t gonna make it to the party, are we now?”

I couldn’t think of an answer to that because my eyes were too busy taking in his beefy pecs and biceps. Drooooooooool! I wanted to lick all the excess water off him—that might at least take the edge off my thirst.

“Sorry I’m running late. My lassie needed a good run before she’s cooped up all night with the likes of Darth,” he explained.

I felt bad for her too. “No problem. Um, do you want me to wait here while you get dressed?”

“Nae, I wanna have a look at yeh.” He reached out and took my hand, twirling me around.

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