Yes, you read the title of the post correctly. Finally, after so long, I’ve finished Loving Scotland! Enjoy the rest of the story (and it’s even edited)! For anyone who wants the full ebook in its entirety the book will be on sale tomorrow at all my usual retailers!
Fin dug into his pocket and drew out a coin. “Shall we flip for it?”
“I don’t trust the coin or the tosser,” I told him.
“Do you believe I would cheat a woman out of a comfortable bed?”
I gave him a sly smile. “No, I don’t believe you would cheat them out of a bed. I believe you would cheat a woman into sharing a bed with you.”
Fin grinned and tucked the coin back into his pocket. “You are a very astute young woman.”
“And you are a knave, good sir,” I returned as I looked over the room. “So, I guess I’ll take the pillows and blankets, and you can get the bed.”
Fin shook his head. “I couldn’t do that, not to a beautiful woman.”
My jaw hit the trampled grass. “Why not?”
“Because the captain doesn’t sail this late and there’s no one else willing to take us over, either,” Finn told me.
“So we’re stuck here with no extra clothes and no where to sleep?” I asked him.
“Of course you’ve a place to sleep!” Craig shouted as he clapped his hands on one of our shoulders. My muscles twanged under his strength. “I wouldn’t think of letting such honored guests be left out in the cold, especially as there’s a storm a-brewing come tomorrow.”
Finn grinned. “Then do you have a few rooms for us, good sir?”
“Well, I don’t know about rooms, but I do have a spare up at the top of the house, if you two don’t mind sharing,” Craig informed us.
Finn turned to me and his eyebrows shot up. “What do you say to that, Miss Conroy?”
My face drooped. “I say I don’t have much of a choice, do I?”
Author’s Note: I’ve not only added a new chapter, but I’ve updated and increased the length of Chapter 16, so feel free to check that out!
I whipped my head to him with my mouth agape. “We were invited to a wedding?”
Fin’s eyes twinkled with mischief. “Didn’t I tell you?”
“My Laird!” The shout came from a short, husky man in a trim vest and pants. He had a long gray beard that stretched down to the middle of his broad chest, which was almost as broad as his smile. “What a pleasure to see you!”
Fin smiled as they shook hands. “The pleasure is all ours, Mr. Craig. I wished to see the beautiful bride.”
Craig puffed out his chest and grinned, but there was a hint of sadness in his eyes. “And you won’t be disappointed, My Laird. My little Fiona has blossomed into a most beautiful girl, and I’ll sorely miss her company.”