Highlander Undone (Highland Bound Book 5) by Eliza Knight Read Free Book Online Page B

they’d been together. Every happy memory, and every heartbreak.
    She flopped her arm over her face. He’d said something about Shona’s memory. What was wrong with her sister? Amnesia?
    Moira yanked back the blankets and trudged to the bathroom. She’d been so heartless to not even listen to him, to find out what happened. She just didn’t know what to believe. How to feel. What to say.
    The morning sun was starting to beam through the window that looked out onto her small back lawn, her abundant garden lay dormant and her mini-green house was covered in dew.
    She dazedly gazed down at her patio, a place she and Shona had sat in the evenings to drink wine and chat about their days. The very same patio she’d made love to Rory on when the sun had set and no one was the wiser.
    Yanking on the curtains, she wanted to shut out the sight. But then her eye caught on something and she did a double take. Or rather someone .
    “Ye’ve got to be kidding me,” she grumbled.
    Filling up the expanse of the chaise lounge furthest to the right was the six-feet-six figure of Rory. Dead asleep, one muscular arm thrown over his eyes. A long leg extended over the end of the chaise, and the other was hanging off the side. His long dark hair had come loose of his tie, streaks of the morning sun shining red through the charred wood color of it. His skin was still tanned, his chin strong, kissable lips surrounded by the dark hair of his goatee. Closed lids hid the most amazing eyes, the color of dark chocolate and espresso. Two of her favorite things.
    Why did he have to look so damned sexy? Even in sleep she appreciated the shear beauty of him.
    Though she was irritated, she also recognized the blessing in disguise at seeing Rory sleeping on her chaise. She raced to use the bathroom, brushed her teeth as though a motor were on her arm and then yanked on her robe. She didn’t bother with slippers as she sped down the stairs, through her living room and kitchen to the back door. Flinging it open, she faced a startled Rory, who’d sat straight up and stared at her as though she were a total stranger and he had no idea where he was.
    “Let me guess, ye’ve lost your memory, too? Let me remind ye, this is my house, and ye’re trespassing.” She fisted her hands at her sides.
    Ugh, why did she have to be so mean? She actually wanted him to stay so she could find out what happened to Shona! See how he was, though she shouldn’t care.
    Rory scrubbed a hand over his face, the dazed look vanishing and the determined set of his jaw showing.
    “Is Dickie inside? Dinna want him to see an ex-lover of yours out here, do ye?” His tone was brutal and cut straight to her core.
    “How do ye know about Dickie?” She’d not mentioned her boyfriend’s name last night.
    “Everyone knows about Dickie.” Rory rolled his eyes.
    “Everyone, who?” she challenged, hands on her hips, her robe parting enough that Rory stared at the way her nipples had hardened in the brisk morning air. She yanked her robe closed again.
    Rory hid his grin but she saw it, and it made her all the more strident. She had to stick to her guns! No melting!
    He stood, stretching, his long, muscled arms, reaching toward the dawn sky, his shirt, already loosened from his belt rising to show a glimpse of his chiseled abs.
    Dear heavens, but he was still the most striking man she’d ever come across, and the best lover she’d ever had. The man had rocked her world and then left her alone in the aftermath. Involuntarily, she shivered as she remembered the expert way his hands had roved over her body, plucking, stroking, and tickling. This was not sticking to her guns…
    “Eyes up here, love,” Rory said.
    Dammit! Moira had been staring at his cock. She yanked her gaze upward, glaring, only to find a satisfied grin on his face. Heat suffused her face and that only made her madder.
    He winged a brow, his lip curling in a way that made her want to slap him. “Your male friend