not willing to break their contact.

She stiffened when his words registered. “I

don’t—”

“You want the same thing, Myra. Don’t try and

deny it.”

“I don’t know what I want. I’ve not ever...” She

didn’t finish her sentence.

“Not ever what?”

“No one has ever kissed me the way you do. Let

alone anything more.”

A virgin? Was that even possible? “You mean

you’ve never...?”

“Never.” She lowered her head and removed her

hands from his shoulders.

“Hey.” He caught her gaze. “It’s nothing to be

embarrassed about.” He kissed her again, briefly,

then placed a protective arm over her shoulders and

walked her home. “So are the men in Scotland

blind?”

She laughed. “Nay.”

“What then?”

“My father is very protective.”

“Does your father know you’re here?”

“Much to his dismay, but we had no choice.”

Interesting, a protective father who sent his

daughter away to a different country without any

money. Something wasn’t lining up.

They were within a block of his home when

Myra stiffened, and all color washed from her face.

She stopped and spun in a slow circle.

“What is it?”

“Someone is watching us.”

“Some of the neighbors are busybodies.”

“No, Todd. The one who watches wants more

than to gossip.”

Now the hair on his neck stood on end.