Page 102 of Devotion: Isn't What It Seems (Love Isn't What It Seems 1)

Geez, I got it bad for my husband!

I waited a few minutes for him to say anything, and when he remained quiet, I finally couldn’t take it any longer.

“What do you want, Lachlan?” I meant to sound agitated, but all I accomplished was to sound nervous. Damn this man, he made me all jittery, hot, and bothered.

“You,” he replied without adding any clarification.

What is that supposed to mean? I waited a bit to see if he’d say anything else.

“Well you got me, now what?” I asked.

If I was honest, I dreaded this moment. I didn’t want to hear he wanted a divorce, tell me I was his mistake, that he didn’t want me anymore.

No answer. “Lachlan, where are you taking me?”

“Home.”

I took a deep breath. “You are going the wrong way. I’m back in my apartment.”

No answer. Again.

I peeked at his profile from the corner of my eye. He looked relaxed, concentrating on the road while I sat here fighting my urge to touch him. Maybe I should just lean over and start kissing him while he’s driving. It certainly worked in the movies.

Woman, get your mind out of the gutter!

“What do you mean?” he asked.

“What?” I glanced over at him, blinking in confusion.

“What do you mean?” he repeated his question.

“About what?”What the fuck are we talking about?

“You said, ‘Woman get your mind out of the gutter.’ What do you mean by that?”

Shit, did I say that out loud?

“Oh, that,” I tried to get myself out of it. “I was trying different phrases for my next book.”

He watched me as if trying to decide whether to believe me or not.

“Interesting,” he finally stated and I had no freaking clue what that meant.

Finally recognizing the route, I realized he was taking us to his castle. Gosh, that sounded romantic. My husband was driving me to his castle. It was getting dark fast and I noticed it started flurrying.

“Lachlan,” I started to worry. “I don’t want to get stuck being on the road if it starts snowing heavily.”

He glanced at the sky before he answered. “We’ll be home before the heavy snow starts.”

It was on my tongue to correct him and say it was his home.

He drove in silence for the next half an hour. The snow started getting heavier and heavier. I hoped he was right but so far it looked like we’d be stuck on the road with heavy snowfall coming.

“We’ll be there in two minutes,” he announced.

I frowned. “We have at least another twenty.”

“I took a different route,” he claimed calmly. And just as he said that, I saw McLaren castle outline in the moonlight with heavy snowfall all around it.

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