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Perhaps you would like to extend your stay.
Not a chance. I promised myself not to lose my head. Baby steps, remember? I’m sure theexcitement of this trip will last me for a good long time.
Exciting, is it?
Let’s just say my heart hasn’t had this kind of workout for decades.
Jacob tried not to be flattered, but it was hard not to, knowing that her husband had not yet been gone eight months.
One cannot wish for more than a happy heart. Has my doppelganger got anything to do with it?
She gave him a brief rundown of the day, including the near kisses.
But he said he wouldn’t kiss me until I asked him to. I don’t know if I can do that.
He said until, not unless, so that’s encouraging.
That’s exactly what I thought!
Expecting him to kiss me tomorrow. I just hope I remember how.
It is said kissing is like riding a bike. A muscle memory.
I sure hope so. I don’t want him to leave me standing on the side of a mountain somewhere for being terrible at it.
Jacob flexed his fingers, fighting temptation…all the way up until he gave in.
Sounds like I should be jealous.
Don’t be silly. Consider him your proxy. It’s as close to kissing you as I can get.
A sudden thought stole his breath and made it difficult to type out his response. Was it possible Laira had figured it all out? Was she teasing him?
He shook his head in denial. She couldn’t know. She’d be furious and wouldn’t be able to hide it. He couldn’t leave her hanging…
Right ye are. In that case, kiss away.
The little dots lay still for a long time. Had she been testing him? Had he failed the test?Gah!Paranoia didn’t suit him!
Now he worried she’d finished her bath and had gone to bed. But the dots came back to life before his brains could completely unspool.
Jocko?
I’m here, lass.
I’m so scared.
Scared of that kiss?
I’m scared I don’t recognize myself. I’m usually so sensible.
So boring.
I doubt that. A boring woman wouldn’t have made it all the way from Colorado to Scotlandon her own. A boring woman would have found an excuse to stay home. A boring woman definitely would have stopped texting me.
Never. But what if I get back home and become boring again?
Impossible. Once you have Scotland in yer veins, ye’ll never be able to stomach dullness.
