Some Like it Scottish by Patience Griffin Read Free Book Online Page A

and be modest at the same time? he wondered.
    He took a step back and grabbed his chest. “Oh. My. Gawd. Ye
are
female.”
    The straps on the yellow dress were the width of his kilt belt and the length of the dress came down to the tops of her kneecaps. He had the urge to bend down and worship those nice little knobs for knees, maybe with his hands, even better with his mouth. She looked sweet withher shoulder-length hair barely touching the skin of her shoulders. Her heart-shaped face and soft smile drew him in. She didn’t look like the shrewd businesswoman he knew her to be; she could be the lass from the cottage next door. His chest beat hard, but he sure as hell couldn’t let her know he was affected.
    She put her hands on her hips and blinded him with a withering scowl. “You really need to brush up on your etiquette, Mr. Armstrong. A compliment was in order. Go to my website; I’m saying this with all seriousness. If you don’t work on your manners, you’ll never find a woman who will have you.”
    Yep. There she was. The matchmaking shrew was back.
    â€œYe better bring a jacket. Yere breasties will get cold here in the Highlands without one.”
    She huffed and turned, muttering to herself, “A girl gets all dolled up and nothing.
Nothing
.” She came back with a white sweater and a forced smile on her face.
    He took the sweater from her and opened it.
    She gaped.
    â€œI can be a gentleman when it’s called for. Come now, step inside.”
    She slipped her arms in and his world shifted. Suddenly, he felt like he was doing more than helping her with her sweater. This wasn’t his granny or his aunt before him. Dressing Kit didn’t feel innocent in the least. With her back to his chest, it felt cozy, plain and simple. Though “cozy” didn’t come near to describing the lust-filled waves crashing through him. Since he had met her, they seemed to be having a lot of these intimate moments. He thought about how nice it’d been earlier when he’d pulled her to his chest, when she’d almost gotten blown away with the storm.
    He pointed toward the steps, picking up her luggage. “Shall we?”
    â€œWe shall.” She walked past him as if she were the flagship of the fleet
.
    And he got a whiff of something girly, citrusy.
    The sprite must’ve used some spritz. She smelled damned good, and he didn’t mind following her down the stairs. She glanced back and caught him taking her in with his eyes, and his nose. He was male and weak when it came to damned attractive females who smelled good enough to devour.
    But she better enjoy these few moments of glory, besting him and his raging hormones, because he planned to wipe that uppity smirk off her cute little face. She wouldn’t be the one in control for too much longer. Because when they got on the road, he’d make sure to let her know that all of her plans were about to unravel.
    Kit stopped and turned. “Oh. I almost forgot.” She ran up the stairs. Seconds later, she was back with her wellies, grinning like she’d caught the largest fish.
    He shook his head. “Those’ll look nice with yere pretty dress.”
    â€œWas that almost a compliment I heard?” She patted his arm. “I didn’t take you for a fast learner, Ramsay.”
    â€œAh, lass, haven’t ye heard? A blind squirrel comes across a nut every now and then. Even in Scotland.”
    Amusement danced through her eyes. He felt satisfied that he was the one who had put it there. Then she went and did it—shot him a genuine smile.
Aw, hell
.
    â€œAre you going to put on those boots or are we going to stand around here all day yabbering?” he groused.
    She frowned.
    That’s better.
    Fascinated, he watched as she used her opposite foot to slip out of her flimsy slipperlike shoes.
Shoes not fit for the wilds of Scotland.
She glanced up and caught him watching. He