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“My point was made, however.” I shot him a grin. “You’re not all grumbly and irritating. You’re actually really kind and funny...”
“Incredibly handsome.”
I laughed, and he sent a look of mock offense.
“Okay, yes. In a rugged, rescue-the-damsel sort of way.”
One brow shot high at that last part.
“Well, you have. Several times.” I chuckled. “At least you won’t get bored hanging out with me, is all I’m saying.”
He chuckled, low and deep and oh-so deliciously. “You rescued me at the Highland games.”
I turned toward him, my breath shaking a little at the nearness of his face to mine. “Maybe everyone needs a hero in their life now and then, right? Even fumbling ones.”
“Katie.”
His voice cradled my name. My breath shivered out as I stared up into his face, searching those eyes for an answer to the next steps in this very unexpected and unfamiliar dance.
Faint lights from Craighill glowed warm against the rising dusk and fog, encouraging me even deeper into his hold. The air tinged with the orangey sweetness of primroses, the gloaming whispered of magic, and all of it wrestled through my nomadic heart as if to offer an unsettling what-if.
Those two words whispered through my mind, almost like I was answering some unvoiced call from the highland mist.
One of his dark brows took an upswing along with the corner of his lips. “Will you hold this for me?”
I swallowed, crawling my way through the mental cloud his stare had on my comprehension. “Um... sure.” I took hold of the umbrella, keeping it carefully perched over the two of us, and then, with his hands free, he placed them on either side of my face.
He was going to kiss me.
Me.
And him.
Kissing.
With the slightest hitch in his growing smile, he lowered his head, and my entire body paused in sweet anticipation.
And then—
“What are the two of ye doing out in the—”
The cook’s voice broke off as she likely interpreted the intention of our position, and we pulled apart.
I think the cook was probably part pixie.
“Thank you for this evening, Graeme.” I handed him back the umbrella, holding his gaze.
“See you Sunday?”
“Aye,” I answered, inciting the smallest smile from him.
And then I turned, with one last look to him, and entered the house.
Chapter 16
Katie
It was a good thing the kiss didn’t happen.
