Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 109368 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 547(@200wpm)___ 437(@250wpm)___ 365(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109368 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 547(@200wpm)___ 437(@250wpm)___ 365(@300wpm)
“I’ll pick you up instead,” I’d replied gruffly. “Take you over to mine.” My gaze had crawled up the building, assessing it. “We can’t be loud here.”
Her breath hitched and when I’d returned my attention to her, her eyes were filled with desire. “Tonight.” She’d nodded with a small smile filled with the knowledge of her feminine power. Then she disappeared inside, and it had taken everything within me not to follow her up those stairs.
“Did something happen between you and Tierney on Kiln last night?” Quinn asked now.
I studied my friend, thinking not for the first time that he would have made a good spy. He was more perceptive than most if he could read me.
“Aye.” I didn’t want to lie to him. “Not sex. But something. It isn’t serious.”
He raised an eyebrow. “So you’re going to sleep with her?”
I nodded because Quinn was about the only bloody person on the planet I didn’t have to lie to and wouldn’t.
“I won’t tell you what you already know.” Quinn considered me. “But the fact that you’re letting your dick rule you should tell you something here.”
Hiding my irritation, I asked blandly, “Like what?”
“That maybe it isn’t your dick that’s ruling you after all … but something else entirely.”
I sneered at the insinuation. “Believe me, it’s only sex.”
“If it was only sex, you’d find someone else.”
“She’s young, she’s beautiful, and she wants to fuck me. Could you resist that?”
Quinn narrowed his eyes like he knew I was deliberately being an arsehole. “I hate to bloat your ego, McRae, but there are plenty of young pretty things who’d like to fuck you. You could have your pick and you know it.”
I scowled, turning away. “Look … if you think this will interfere with our business …” I could barely spit the words out, “I’ll finish it before it starts.”
Honestly, I think Quinn stayed silent so long just to torture me. “Nah,” he finally said with a sigh. “This is probably going to blow up in your face, but Tierney isn’t the type of woman to take it out on me. She won’t fire us because of you. But be careful. She’s been through a lot and doesn’t deserve to be used.”
I whirled on him. “Is that what you think? That I’m using her?”
“You won’t mean to.”
“Tierney Silver is a grown woman. She’s the one who doesn’t want complicated.”
Quinn shook his head. “Ramsay … I know you know better than that.” He walked out before I could reply.
Staring at the work I’d done, my mind roiled with Quinn’s veiled remark. Frustration built with every second because he was right, wasn’t he? Was Silver really a casual fuck kind of woman?
Maybe I did need to call this thing off before it got started.
I contemplated it as I moved through the house in search of my dog.
Then I spotted her as I crossed what would become the dining room out onto the garden. Akiva was outside with Silver. My dog was tugging her around the garden with the stick in her mouth while Silver laughed. It was a warm day after the storm and she wore only a tank top with her jeans. Her breasts strained against the material, bouncing with her laughter in a way that sent blood rushing to my dick.
As if she felt me, Silver suddenly turned, squinting against the sun.
Recognition lit her face and she gave me a sultry smile.
A visceral need tightened in my gut.
How long had it been since I wanted someone this much?
Ever?
Fuck it, I thought gruffly.
Tonight Tierney Silver would be mine.
19. Tierney
Iwas wearing a summer dress.
With my sneakers.
There hadn’t been a day since I’d moved to Scotland when I hadn’t worn jeans, and I found the dress in the back of my closet. Most of my stuff was in storage, but I’d packed a couple of nice dresses in case.
Tonight was my first “in case.”
Still, I couldn’t quite bring myself to don a pair of matching heels, considering we were taking Ramsay’s boat over to Stòr. But I wanted to wear a dress. My legs were my best feature. At least I thought so, and people had told me over the years that I had great legs.
Ramsay hadn’t gotten a chance to see my best feature and although he would have eventually, I wanted to look and feel good tonight.
The dress paid off.
As Ramsay helped me down into his boat that evening, his gaze was practically glued to my legs.
Ramsay waved away my offer of assistance, so I sat in the boat and Akiva rested her head on my lap. Ramsay untied the small vessel from the dock and then started the engine. He drove us over to Stòr without saying a word. I noted his wet hair and the fresh scent wafting toward me. He’d showered somewhere. Probably at Quinn’s.