Page 92 of Wild Scottish Fortune

“You’ll break her heart if you don’t wear it.”

“You don’t even know what’s in there.” I pointed at the bag, suspicion in my voice. “It could have ruffles. Thousands of ruffles. I could look like a feather duster or something.”

“The sexiest feather duster I’ve ever seen.” Fin dropped a kiss on the back of my neck, and I shivered, desire rippling through my body. Even though we were both exceedingly busy, our sex life hadn’t diminished. Not in the slightest. In fact, I was certain the man made more excuses to find new and exciting ways to corner me for a quick shag whenever he could.

This week’s had been particularly entertaining, though I didn’t think Fin saw it the same way I did. Thinking back, a snort escaped me.

“What was that for?” Fin demanded.

“Och, just thinking about the storage rooms at the castle.”

Fin grumbled something, likely cursing at me, before ducking into the bathroom to hide his embarrassment. We’d just, uh,finished—having snuck away to a deep dark hallway of the castle—when Clyde had jumped from the wall. I’d sensed it seconds before he’d arrived but had been unable to warn Fin in time.

In time to pull his trousers up, that is.

Instead, Clyde had sent Fin running down the hall, pants-less, with everything hanging out for the world to see.

I’m not sure when I’d ever laughed harder. To the point where I had to cross my legs or soon there would be a story going around aboutmepeeing my pants. I wanted Lia to hold on to that particular honor. Luckily, it had only been Munroe who had appeared at Fin’s shrieks, and apparently the two had seen each other naked a time or two in passing during their university days. All in all, no harm had been done, except to Fin’s ego that is, and I still laughed about it at least twice a day. Not that I’d admit that to Finlay, of course.

Smiling, I unzipped the garment bag and gasped.

“Is it bad?” Fin ducked his head back out of the bathroom and whistled. “Damn, baby. You’re going to look fabulous.”

“I’m in awe. Won’t I look like a big disco ball?”

“Even so, you’ll look amazing. This is perfect for you. Willow nailed it.”

She’d designed sparkle overalls for me to wear, mirroring my work overalls exactly, except she’d coated the material with sequins. Shiny rose gold sequins.

“Pink,” I grumbled.

“Which goes fabulously with your ginger hair.” Fin kissed the top of my head. “Go on, try it on.”

I reached for the zipper and then paused, bursting out laughing as I leaned close.

“Look!”

At the collar she’d embroidered both a goldfish and a smiling puppy dog face. Harris andGoldie, by my side. Right, okay, this whole found family thing was pretty damn cool after all.

“I love it.” Fin pulled his kilt on as I stripped and slipped into the overalls. They weren’t much heavier than my work pair and I blinked down at myself, amazed by how much I loved these. “There’s a note that says to wear them with your sparkle trainers.”

“Of course.” I laughed. She knew me so well. I still only had about four pairs of shoes.

By the time we’d arrived at Ramsay Kilts, I had only attempted doing the robot once, feeling like some sort of sparkly dance machine, and Willow’s cry of approval told me all that I needed to know.

“You look fabulous.”

“I agree.” I beamed at Willow, hugging her, and then pulled back. She looked radiant in a leather bustier top with a huge tulle maxi skirt that floated around her and was dotted with sparkles. “Love this look. It’s all like, badass and fairy princess in one.”

“Exactly what I was going for. Come, get a drink. Everyone is coming today. I can’t wait for people to see your hard work.”

The shop had turned out beautifully. Even though the fire had destroyed much of the shop, the bones of the building had been fine. We’d leaned into making this place a custom boutique experience, and Ramsay had spared no expense on the extension that turned the wee shop with a small flat over it into a comfortable two-bedroom house with extra space for Willow’s business to grow as well. Wood beams, which we’d had engraved with Celtic insignia, crossed the ceiling, the fireplace mantel mirroringthe same Celtic artwork, and we’d painted one wall a lush deep evergreen. Cream-colored stone, gorgeous new hardwood floors, and floor-to-ceiling windows allowed light into the shop space, making it earthy, rich, and welcoming.

Apparently, Ramsay was going to have to get over his zero-customer policy.

“It’s a beautiful space,” Ramsay said, coming forward to shake our hands. “Now everyone’s going to want to come here.”

“Much to his annoyance,” Willow said cheerfully, grinning up at the towering grump. His eyes softened as he looked at her, and I’d learned since working with them that he was all bark and no bite. At least not for whatever Willow wanted, that was.

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