Page 2 of Kilty By Association
Aye, the woman would find who she was looking for and go about her business, and he could get back to waiting for Barthold. It wouldn’t do to become distracted by her, after all.
Aye, ‘twas a good plan, a decent plan.
And it might’ve worked.
Had the mystery lady not floated across the tavern and stopped in front of his table.
Craig couldn’t help but tip his head back to gape up at her. She had delicate features which matched her build, wideset eyes the same dark brown as her hair, perfectly arched brows, and a pert little nose.
But it was her mouth which held his attention.
God’s Blood, hermouth!
It was wide, the lips full, and Craig felt himself stir beneath his kilt at the thought oftastingthat mouth. At the thought of what that mouth could do.
Fook.
Barthold the Bald could sneak up and cut his throat right now and he wouldn’t notice.
Aye, ye might. What with all the blood?
Nay. Nay, he wouldn’t notice.
Because all he was noticing right now was this woman. And her lips.
Which parted slightly, widening into a hesitant smile.
“Ye are called Craig?”
She’d come here looking forhim?
When he’d spread the word of his prowess, hoping to draw the attention of Barthold and his bandits, Craig hadn’t used his clan name, but merely“Craig”. Drum had said it would be for the best, so he couldn’t get confused or forgetful.
Is that where the lady had heard of him?
She was still staring down at him, her fingertips now resting on the tabletop, leaning forward slightly.
As if his answer mattered.
So, he nodded, once, quickly.
She exhaled, those lips widening. “I need ye.”
Chapter 1
The man—thecriminal?—looked vaguely shocked as Elspeth exhaled and lowered herself to the stool across from him.
Vaguely? Nay, more likeentirely shocked. Utterly surprised.
His flabbers were aghast, so to speak.
“Look, milady—”
“I’m nae lady,” she was quick to assure him. “What makes ye think I’m a lady? I’m no’.” She was wearing one of her maid’s gowns, after all.
The giant across the table didn’t seem convinced. “Och, well, lady or no’, ye cannae be here.”
“I cannae?” Elspeth looked around, pretending surprise. “’Tis a public tavern, aye? Mayhap I was in the mood for some ale.”
