To Scotland with Love
Graham cut Cait off, taking a step back. “If you’re worried about romantic love, well, it’s overrated. Love doesn’t fade over time; reality snuffs it out.”
She gave a harsh laugh. “And here I thought I had cornered the market on emotional baggage. Listen, about Duncan; I used to babysit him. I’m not interested in your son in that way. And for your information, I’m not marrying again. Period.”
Like a rogue wave, he was slammed, almost knocked from his moor. A variety of emotions hit him. Relief that she didn’t want Duncan. Disappointed that she would never marry again. And shocked at himself that he might be frustrated at her declaration. He stepped closer to her.
“It’s like this.” She put her hands on her hips, Ms. Badass now. “Love is a freaking fairytale. And I’m no longer nine and want to marry Prince Charming. This princess doesn’t need a man to take her to the Ball. I’m going stag.”
“Whoa. I’m the one who’s supposed to have issues.” He laughed, laying his hands on her shoulders. It was settled. Things would go on the same. But then several things happened at once. Time stood still. Her tough girl act fell away. They both gazed into each others’ eyes. He saw something there. Was it a future? Then her pupils dilated and he knew he was going to kiss her.
Part of Cait was dying to find out what it would be like to kiss Graham Buchanan. But her heart couldn’t chance it. And her mind knew without a doubt that kissing him would be detrimental to this new life she was trying to forge for herself.
She wriggled out of his arms. “Back off, Hoss. This show pony wants no part of your rodeo.”
He tipped her chin up. “Your eyes say differently, lass.”
Even if she’d wanted to shoot him down with a snarky remark, she couldn’t muster one, especially since he was wrapping her up in that sultry gaze of his. She was under his spell and didn’t stop him as he leaned down and deposited a small kiss on her lips. And in response, an inferno lit up inside her, burning downward into her lacy underwear. God, what a delicious ache. She went all Julia-Roberts-for-Hugh-Grant-soft, wanting more, even leaned in for it, but he stopped and pulled away.
“Is that the best you can do?” She only said it to keep him from seeing how embarrassed she felt. Who in their right mind gets so hot and bothered by an innocent kiss?
He took her words as a challenge, though, and wrapped his arms around her, crushing her to him. Before she could tell him she’d only been kidding, he was kissing the hell out of her. Not some milquetoast BBC kiss. An R-rated, no-holds-barred kiss.
Every molecule in her pulsed for Graham. It had been so long since she’d been with a man. Cait had all but forgotten what lust felt like, but she damn-sure knew now.
He set her away from him at that moment. He stood back and grinned at her like the kid who’d won the triple-dog-dare bet. “Was that better for ye, lass? I can try harder if it wasn’t good enough.”
She wanted to smack him. He knew exactly what he’d done to her. She’d have to go sit in the snow to cool off her panties. She put her hand up. “Nope, I’m fine. All good, Hoss.” Go back to the ranch and leave this sad cowgirl alone.
She backed out of the doorway and stumbled her way down the path. When she got to Deydie’s, she slung the door open. She must’ve been a sight, because her gran looked alarmed.
“Caitie?” Deydie rose from her chair. “Ye look as if ye’ve encountered a banshee.”
“Fine. I’m fine,” Cait practically yelled. “Just need a little snack, that’s all.” To take the edge off. She headed for the mini cherry cheesecakes in the fridge.
And ignored how her hands shook as she opened the box.
As she took her first bite, Deydie asked the question that Cait had forgotten all about. “Where’s me sewing basket?”
“Shit,” Cait mumbled under her breath. She couldn’t go back to Graham’s tonight. Or ever.
Deydie snarled. “Are ye daft? That’s the reason ye went up there.” She snatched her coat off the hook. “If I want something done, I just better go do it meself.”
There was a knock on the door. Before Cait could process who it might be, Deydie swung it open. There stood Graham, holding the sewing basket and looking like the devil himself.
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