Some Like it Scottish by Patience Griffin Read Free Book Online

stopped at the General Store and met the clerk, Amy, who had a sleeping baby in a playpen behind the counter. The young woman was friendly and helped Kit pick out and buy her own pair of ugly black wellies. She hurried to the pub.
    Twelve days wasn’t much time to convince a group of bachelors that they needed her. And it wasn’t much time to plan the mixer and make all the travel arrangements for her clients to come to this quiet corner of Scotland. Kit thought about the raucous scene at the pub the night before.
Maybe not so quiet
.
    While in her room, she packed her notes and readied her suitcases. She thought about making a few phone calls while she waited for Ramsay to arrive, but stretched out on the bed instead to rest her eyes. It had been a long, noisy night and a trying experience at Quilting Central with the Gandiegowans.
    Next thing she knew, there was someone pounding onher door. She felt disoriented and couldn’t quite lift her eyelids. She heard the door open.
    â€œAre you sleeping again? I leave ye alone for one minute and you pass out. Are you a narcoleptic?” Ramsay was too perky for her right now. “What’s wrong? Didn’t ye get enough shut-eye last night?”
    Kit groaned, feeling half dead. She rolled onto her side and opened one lid. “I know we have to go, but can’t I rest for one more minute?”
    â€œNay. Another storm is preparing to roll in. It’s now or never.” Ramsay picked up her brush and tossed it onto the bed with her. “Fix yere mane. I can’t take you out with you looking like a wild sprite.”
    His comment was probably justifiable, but couldn’t he have mercy on her and leave the
near dead
alone?
    She clutched the brush to her and sat up. “Give me a second.”
    He looked down at her business pantsuit. “I personally like the rumpled look.” He scanned the length of her again, stopping this time at her breasts. “But don’t you have something a little less masculine?”
    She examined her wrinkled clothes. She was disheveled from the rainstorm and her forty winks. “I’ll change into another suit.”
    He shook his head and
tsk
ed. “It won’t do. Don’t ye own a dress? The
lairds
you want to sign up for yere database will be turned off by this.” He motioned to her person. “Don’t take offense, lass, but ye look like a wee boy. If we were stopping at my cottage, I’m afraid my nephew would think I’d brought home a lad for him to play with.” His eyes danced with mischief.
    It wasn’t professional of her, but she threw the brush at him and barely missed his gorgeous head. She’d feel badlater for her behavior. Right now, she looked for something else to lob at him.
    He didn’t even blink. “Och, are ye sure ye don’t have a wee bit of Scot in ye?” He’d poured on the brogue extra thick. “Ye’re sure acting like a spoiled Scottish brat.”
    â€œOut.” She barreled toward him and bulldozed him from the room.
    *   *   *
    Ramsay stood outside her door, grinning. He’d had a rotten day so far, but baiting the matchmaker and getting a reaction relieved some of the disappointment he felt toward his village and his kin.
    He still couldn’t believe that Gandiegow hadn’t run her out of town. Especially after he’d worked them up into a frenzy. But he had to hand it to Kit; she had pulled that mixer idea out of her backside and saved herself. If he wasn’t determined to dislike her so much, he no doubt would feel a smidgen of respect for her fast thinking. And her business savvy.
    He knocked on her door. “How old are you anyway?”
    She swung the door open. “None of your business.”
    He stared at her, captivated. Her summer dress was yellow—the top half hugging her breasts with the bottom half flaring at her hips. How could it both show a little cleavage