Page 57 of Devotion: Isn't What It Seems (Love Isn't What It Seems 1)

I glanced at her in surprise. “Why?”

She chuckled quietly. “Lachlan is the most eligible bachelor in Scotland and he is yours.”

“That’s ridiculous,” I muttered softly. “He’s not mine.”

“My dear,” she glanced over at me. “Trust me, he’s yours.”

I had no idea what she based that on. I only first met him two weeks ago. I decided not to ponder on her words too much and pushed that idea away. Ainslee seemed to have a little tendency to exaggerate. We joined the group where Callen, Margaret, and Colin were.

“Eve, you look beautiful,” Colin told me as he took my hand and kissed it in a gallant way, a move dating back to the fifteenth century.

I couldn’t help but chuckle softly. “I described such a scene probably a hundred times in my novels but this is the first that I experienced it in real life.”

Margaret laughed. “It’s much fancier in your novels.” And the rest of us joined her laughter.

Callen spoke up. “I had to look you up Eve. I had no idea how big you were. There is a publishing company in Edinburgh that would love to snatch you up.”

I smiled at him. “Thanks, Callen. Maybe one day.”

“You must have been young when you started writing?” he asked.

“Yes,” I answered vaguely. “I was fairly young.”

“Can I have this dance?” Colin’s question interrupted us.

“I’m not the best dancer,” I warned him. “But sure.”

“Just let me take the lead,” he replied as he took my hand.

We whirled into a waltz and I found that I liked it. I followed his lead and he softly gave me hints and instructions so I didn’t look like a complete idiot.

“Good job,” he praised me and I smiled happily. “One, two, three. One, two, three.”

It was kind of crazy how much things have changed in two weeks. Lachlen has woken me up and shaken me down. In the past week, I felt desire and experienced happiness again, picked up a book and wrote a full page worth of words. I had a possibility to work for a publishing house in Scotland. Everything was changing for the better and I felt better.

“May I cut in?” Lachlan's voice interrupted my thoughts.

“Certainly.” Colin smiled and added. “You’ll be in good hands, Eve.”

He then turned to Lachlan. “Lead her well, Nephew.”

And just like that I was handed off to Lachlan. Dancing with him was different than Colin.

Lachlan pulled me in nearer, our bodies touching. With Lachlan, I felt like I was gliding over the polished floor with such synchronicity to his body, it took my breath away.

“You were made for me,” he said, his voice rough and pulled me closer.

I met his gaze and regardless if I was made for him or not, at the very moment I wanted to be. I wanted to be everything he needed, wanted, and desired. Because at this moment, he was everything I needed.

He bent his head and I met him for a fleeting kiss. Maybe there was indeed something magical about this place, this castle, and this man. Whatever it was, it had pulled me out into the light.

“So why do you have this party for days?” I asked, my voice slightly husky.

“It is an anniversary of my ancestors, concerning invaders and taking over these lands in the thirteenth century.” His answer was so matter of fact, like it was no big deal to be able to trace your ancestors back that far.

“Well, that’s impressive.” I had no idea what else to say to that. My mind and body were focused on the need I felt, I wanted to feel his lips on me, his body pressed hard against mine. I didn’t give a damn about anything else right now.

“You don’t seem impressed,” he observed.

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