His
head tilted. A smile teased the corners
of his gorgeous mouth. “I’ve a good mind
for faces, particularly on beautiful women, but I dinna seem to recollect
yours.”
“Don’t
be cute.” That smile sent freshets of
pleasurable heat dancing over her skin, heat she hadn't felt in years. She reminded herself he did have a good mind
for faces–as long
as they had blond hair, big boobs and long Barbie-doll legs. She had the boobs but not the hair or the
ridiculously long legs. And she didn’t have the patience to deal with this
nonsense. “Answer the question. What are you doing here?”
“Aside
from running you down? I’m on my way to
Seagate, lass. May I introduce myself–Devyn MacGregor at yer service.” Leg extended, he swept a courtly bow. “And might I ask what you are doing
here? Alone and unprotected?”
She
cocked her eyebrow. “What’s there to be
protected from?” Then added,
skeptically, “You?”
“Nae,
lass. I’m harmless as a wean.” He smiled again.
She
didn’t know what a wean was and didn’t care.
Her mind felt clouded, foggy but an uneasy prickle skated up her spine
and she couldn’t pinpoint what caused it.
Unless it was Devyn. She took a
step back.
“Dinna
be scairt, lass. I willna harm you.”
Scairt? He meant scared, she realized, and she was,
but she didn’t like letting him know it.
She inhaled, deeply, through her nose, and caught the scent of spice
and...and something so intrinsically male it could be bottled and sold for
hundreds of dollars. She fought the
sudden urge to run her hands over the rich blue of his coat, to feel the solid
body underneath. No way was she going down that road again. She stuffed her hands in her wet pockets,
then hastily pulled them out and sneered.
“Riighht. Okay, fess up. What kind of game is this?”
“Game?” His gaze settled on her mouth. Intently.
A do-you-wanna-have-fun smile curved his lips. “What did you have in mind?”Available on Kindle and Nook
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