Page 76 of Wild Scottish Rose

“Mm-hmm, I don’t know that I care for it. It’s not my fault that I’m cheerful after a good orgasm. It’s meant to boost serotonin, isn’t it?” I gasped as Owen rocked against me, my body still sensitive from his touch, and then he caught my lower lip with his mouth, biting down lightly.

“Shona?”

“Yes, Owen?” I trembled beneath him.

“Shut up.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

Shona

For some reason, I hadn’t expected it to be easy around us. Or maybe I hadn’t much thought past the getting him to bed moment, the…what happens next. But next looked a lot like a very sexy man wearing nothing but grey sweatpants, pouring me a cup of coffee the next morning.

“I can feel your eyes boring holes in my back,” Owen said, and I muffled a laugh.

“Busted.”

“How do you take your coffee?”

“Two and a coo,” I said, and then laughed out loud when he shot me a confused look.

“Our cows are called coos here, remember? Two sugars and some milk if you have it.”

“Two and a coo,” Owen repeated as he bentto the little fridge and pulled out a bottle of milk. “Could that be a movie title?”

“About what, precisely?” I looked around, realizing I had nothing to put on but my dress, and instead pulled his button-down shirt on over my underwear. I wasn’t skinny enough that I could look all cute and rumpled with the man’s oversized shirt hanging down to my knees or anything, so I didn’t even bother trying to button it closed. From what I could tell by the four, yes four, times we’d been together last night, the man had no problem with my body.

If anything, my curves had inflamed his need more.

“Good morning, beautiful.” Owen brushed a kiss at my lips, and I winced, knowing I likely had morning breath. He slid a cup of coffee to me on the counter and then did the cutest thing. Coming to stand behind me, he wrapped his arms around my waist and nuzzled his face into my hair, pulling me tight against his chest. I said nothing, my heart cracking open at this simple intimacy, and stared blindly out the window as my world shifted to try and recalibrate around the before and after of one Owen Williams.

“What the hell?”

Owen’s words had me blinking, and I tried to turn but he nudged me.

“Look.” His voice was hushed but laced with excitement.

A unicorn stood outside the window, at the edge of the patio, its head tilted as it studied us through the glass.

I think my heart stopped beating for a moment.

An actual freaking unicorn.

Unless I was hallucinating, or still dreaming, thisunicorn was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen in real life. A stunning pearlescent white, with a shimmering horn jutting from its head, a fine ethereal glow surrounded it. It huffed out a breath, bobbing its head at us, and stomped the ground with a hoof before turning and trotting into the distance.

I exhaled the breath I’d been holding.

“Holy shit.” Owen shot into action, and I turned to see him grabbing his camera. Unlocking the door, he raced outside, while I held a hand to my stomach, trying to soothe my nerves.

There it was.

The stark reminder that he was still here to shoot a movie about the mythical elements that inhabited Loren Brae—and clearly there were far more than I had any idea of—and I needed to choose my steps forward with him carefully.

“She’s gone,” Owen said, returning to the cottage. His face was lit with excitement, and I watched as he crossed to a small table by the fire with a notebook and jotted something down. I didn’t say anything, just watched him, my lips pressed together. When he finished writing, he glanced up and caught something in my expression. Putting the camera down, Owen crossed to me and put his hands on my shoulders.

“That was pretty amazing, wasn’t it, Shona? Did you know that unicorns existed?”

“I didn’t, no,” I said, faintly. At least that was something I could be truthful with him about. Something flashed in Owen’s eyes.

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