Page 101 of Some Like It Scot
And what girl didn’t get a little giddy now and again about wearing something she could never normally afford? But sinceWorld on a Pagewas paying, I’d bask in the opportunity.
I’m sure Graeme was glad to have the morning away from his butler duties, but with this being the last week, at least the end was in sight for him.
I frowned. It wasn’t an ending I liked to think about.
An uncomfortable ache settled in my middle, and I dropped down into my desk chair.
I couldn’t shake the feeling of Graeme MacKerrow’s embrace.
And I didn’t want to.
Even now as I closed my eyes, the strength of his arms around me, the tenderness in his touch, burned into my memory. I wanted to stay in those arms forever, draw from that strength. My heart panged against the idea. But I couldn’t.
I had a job to do.
Trips to make.
Stories to tell.
And after yesterday, no matter how sweet Graeme’s response, nobody wanted me and all my brokenness in their family. The scene came back to my mind in horrific detail. They’d been so sweet to me, and I’d run out into the rain to escape. I was a disaster.
But what if Graeme and his family wanted me?
The question weaseled up through my doubts. What if...?
I’d bared my soul to Graeme in a way I had never to anyone except my grandparents. I’d entrusted him with parts of my heart no one else knew, and—I winced—there was more where that came from.
And instead of leaving me standing in the rain alone, he’d asked me on a date.
Who was this guy? A glutton for punishment?
It was a good thing I wasn’t seeing Graeme today, because my emotions weren’t fit for a view of those shoulders and arms. Especially when I knew what they felt like around me now. Nope. Any resolve I had wouldn’t stand a chance against his brogue and his grin.
And that look in his eyes.
My throat squeezed at the memory. But wrapped in his arms was where I wanted to tarry for a very long time. Maybe even forever.
Was Graeme MacKerrow what home felt like?
I shook away the thought and sat down at my computer to make a few notes. I’d just sent off an email to Dave and was getting ready to close my laptop when I caught sight of my open Katie book document where I’d left it the day before.
After yesterday, would Calum still want to read this? I checked my phone for Calum’s email address and stared at it for a little while before setting in on the desk and closing my computer.
That was a lot to ask a man you just met... and possibly even emotionally scarred.
A knock pulled me to the door, but instead of finding Emily with a breakfast tray in hand, Mrs. Lennox greeted me with a trained smile. And beside her stood a strikingly beautiful dark-haired woman, a good five inches shorter than me, with the most amazing green eyes.
“Ah, Miss Campbell.” Mrs. Lennox gestured toward the woman. “This is Allison Duncan, the designer from Edinburgh who has been working on all the gowns for the ball on Wednesday evening. She’s here for your fitting.”
“It’s nice to meet you, Ms. Duncan.”
The woman took my outstretched hand. “I’d expected you to be tall from your measurements, but now I’m even more excited about your fitting.”
Definitely a different response than expected, and delivered in a Scottish accent too. “Really?”
“Aye.” Her eyes glistened like a kid’s at Christmas. “The color and style of my design for you is going to prove a stunner. Without a doubt.”
Stunner? Not the usual description for me, but I was intrigued.
