“But she also had a mission that wouldn’t wait. She washed, carefully climbed out of the bath, again testing her foot on the floor, and found her ankle only bothered her slightly. She grabbed a towel and wrapped it around herself, too revved up for what she had to do next to lie around the cottage. “Well, Maria? Anything going on between you and Duncan?” Julia asked again. Maria didn’t answer her, but Julia heard the kitchen sink running. The running water set her thinking about Ian ...MacNeill, the bath he’d drawn, and the way he’d challenged her with his hot-blooded gaze, like the devil in a once-white, rain-soaked button-down shirt and muddy khaki trousers. That brought to mind how his wet clothes had stuck to his skin, outlining various muscle groups—legs, chest, arms—and even giving a hint of how well endowed he was. Which, of course she had noticed, taking mental notes for her new Highland story. Forget bare-assed in a kilt.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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