Page 87 of The Rescue

I knew at that moment I would do anything if it meant I got to see him this happy. Seeing the innocent look on his face makes me see how much this means to him. To me Christmas is just another holiday, but this is so much more for Rabbie. He didn’t get the picture perfect white Christmas like most of us. I would give him the world if I could, he’s that deserving of it.

His fingers are making circles on my stomach, the gentle strokes are stirring up the heat pooling in my belly. This man can rile me up with a simple touch. I shift in his lap and I can feel his hardness through his jeans. His nose is buried deep in my neck and hair, and I try my hardest to not squirm under his touch but my senses are so sensitive and heightened around him. I shift in his lap and he groans against my ear.

We’re meant to be going to The Drunken Duck like we do every single night, because what else is there to do in this small town.

“We’re meant to be meeting the guys,” I say through my heavy breaths.

He’s ditched his mulled wine on the side table, and both of his hands are roaming around my body.

“I think I’d rather stay in and fuck you on this couch in front of the fire,” he whispers in my ear.

My stomach drops, and the buzz in my veins intensifies at the thought. I lean forward and put my mulled wine on the coffee table in front of me, and as soon as I’m back in his lap, he flips me over and now he’s over me caging me in. He runs his hand up and over my bare leg, and smiles to himself.

“What’s so funny?”

“I love that you’re too stubborn to admit that you’re freezing in these shorts, and refuse to wear anything but them,” he hooks a finger through one of the loopholes.

“Hey, I look great in these shorts.”

“You look better without them, lose the shorts mo beag. I need to taste you.” He unbuttons them, and slowly undoes the zipper.

31

Crystal

It’s official I’m foolishly and completely in love with a Scotsman.Never in my wildest dreams did I think this would happen when I agreed to do the website for him and came here to visit Dylan. Falling for Rabbie comes with a whole town of people that I’ve fallen in love with too. The locals greet me as I run through the small streets of Crossmackie, and I happily wave back at them. I feel so at home here now that I can’t really remember a time before.

My morning runs have been lacking as of recently since all my pent up frustration is being taken care of in a different way, and because Rabbie’s bed is too damn comfy to get out of in the mornings. I needed to stretch my legs this morning. I love running and especially at this time of year. Winter is in full swing and Scotland looks magical this time of year. The leaves have fallen off the trees, and the sky is clear but there’s a coldness to the air that makes my nose sting. After leaving the cafe andrunning down the main street of Crossmackie, I run down past the beach and up through the little streets of terraced houses.

Mrs. MacNee lives on this street. I can’t remember the last time we saw her, a pang of guilt runs through me because Rabbie hasn’t had the time to see his nan like he would every week. He’s been busy at the cafe with a massive Christmas season, and a little preoccupied with me. We need to make more of an effort to see her. I make a promise to myself that I will talk to Rabbie when I get back to the cafe. Speaking of Rabbie, as I get closer to Mrs. MacNee’s house, I spot a man who at first glance I thought was Rabbie talking to her outside of her house. I knew that it wasn’t him for a number of reasons. One, Rabbie was at the cafe working, and two, the man is visibly angry at Mrs. MacNee. I know Rabbie would never speak to anyone in that manner, especially not his nan. I pick up the pace and run faster towards Mrs. MacNee, but the man is already storming off down the street before I can tell him off for yelling at an elderly woman.

The man glances over his shoulder before he turns the corner, and I stop in my tracks. The man looking at me is Rabbie’s twin but clearly he’s a little older, and not as in shape. My stomach drops at the realisation of who he is. He looks me up and down, and smirks at me with a smug look on his face. He quickly scampers off around the corner just as I reach Mrs. MacNee.

She’s leaning against her door jamb looking pale, and I quickly make it in time to catch her before she slumps down.

“Mrs. MacNee, are you okay?”

She looks up at me, her face is greenish and clammy. I scoop my arm under her shoulder, and lift her. She isn’t hard to help, she’s smaller than me.

“Oh you,” she looks up at me.

I thought we were making progress after the Thanksgiving dinner when she thanked me for being there for Rabbie, butclearly not. I would usually take offence to this, but given the current situation I want to make sure she’s okay.

“Is Grannie Jo in? We need to get you inside.”

She shakes her head. I pull out my phone from the pocket in my leggings.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m calling Rabbie.” I state the obvious.

“Like bloody hell you are,” she protests.

“You don’t look well, Mrs. MacNee.” I’ve managed to get her on her feet now, but she’s still a bit wobbly.

“I dinny need anyone’s help.” She tries to break free of my grip.

“Stop being a stubborn old crow, and let me at least help you inside.” I huff.

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