place was a treasure trove of tartan madness, and I knew my peeps would appreciate my thoughtfulness. Plus, shopping took my mind off the whole pesky, being-railroaded-for-murder thing.
Derek browsed while I paid for my gifts and then we headed back to the Royal Thistle.
“It occurs to me I didn’t finish telling you about the woman at the airport,” he said.
“Didn’t you?” I said, not sure I wanted to know the truth. I braced myself.
“No, I believe we were interrupted.”
“Were we?”
He put his arm around me and I realized it was going to be bad news. He was married. I knew it. How stupid could I get-again? I should’ve pushed him away but I couldn’t. I would savor the warmth for a few more minutes, then never see him again.
“Her name is Delia,” he said. “She’s my brother’s wife.”
I stopped and stared at him. “You’re having an affair with your brother’s wife?”
He laughed as he shook his head. “No, you daft woman. She was doing me a favor, coming to Heathrow. I hadn’t seen the baby in months, so she picked me up and I took them to lunch.”
“Oh.” Was my face red? “Did your brother join you?”
“No.” He reeled me back to his side and we continued walking arm in arm. “He’s a general with the Royal Army, stationed in Afghanistan. He won’t be back for six more months.”
“Ah.” I felt stupid and small for reacting so badly.
“But thank you for reacting so badly,” he said.
I drew back. Could he read my mind?
“It makes me think you might care for me,” he said.
I stopped again. “Well, of course I care for you,” I said crossly. “Are you blind or something?”
He laughed again as he wrapped his arms around me. “There’s that sweet disposition I’ve missed so much.”
“Sorry.” Maybe I was going nuts, but I really wanted him to kiss me.
And maybe he was psychic, because he reached out and stroked my cheek. “Your eyes make me crazy,” he said, brushing a strand of hair away from my face.
“Crazy?” I whispered. “Really?”
“Really.” Then he kissed me, right on the street. Well, on the mouth, actually, but we were standing on the street. Oh, hell. The man turned my brain to mush.
But what a mouth he had.
Eventually, we started walking again. He stayed by my side as I stopped at the front desk and asked them to hold my bag of souvenir goodies. Then we crossed the lobby and stepped onto the crowded escalator to go downstairs to the memorial service.
“You don’t have to go to this thing,” I said, giving him an out but hoping he wouldn’t take it. Among other reasons, I wanted Derek to be close by in case Angus MacLeod was in the vicinity.
“I don’t mind tagging along for a bit,” he said, and wrapped his arm around my waist as we rode down the escalator. At the bottom, he nudged me off.
“I know how to get off an escalator,” I mumbled.
“Just being helpful.”
“Or not.”
He grinned at me. For some perverse reason, that made me smile.
We followed the crowd to the hall where the service was to take place. Several hundred chairs were lined up in rows, facing a podium at the front of the room. The place was filling up fast. He prodded me into the fourth row from the back while he took the aisle seat.
“You’re being helpful again,” I said.
“Yes, now sit.”
Before I could sit, I spotted Royce McVee standing just across the aisle. I knew I had to tell him about the Robert Burns book. He would probably want it back, since it belonged to his family, but maybe I could convince him to let me keep it for a while. I edged my way to the aisle and called his name.
He turned, saw me, and walked over. “ Brooklyn.”
“I’m so sorry,” I whispered as I gave him a hug.
“Thank you, my dear,” he said.
Kyle always said that Royce’s sphincter made him the perfect business partner. While Kyle was the front man, the glad hand, the schmoozer, Royce never took his eye off the bottom line. Kyle would say that
Derek browsed while I paid for my gifts and then we headed back to the Royal Thistle.
“It occurs to me I didn’t finish telling you about the woman at the airport,” he said.
“Didn’t you?” I said, not sure I wanted to know the truth. I braced myself.
“No, I believe we were interrupted.”
“Were we?”
He put his arm around me and I realized it was going to be bad news. He was married. I knew it. How stupid could I get-again? I should’ve pushed him away but I couldn’t. I would savor the warmth for a few more minutes, then never see him again.
“Her name is Delia,” he said. “She’s my brother’s wife.”
I stopped and stared at him. “You’re having an affair with your brother’s wife?”
He laughed as he shook his head. “No, you daft woman. She was doing me a favor, coming to Heathrow. I hadn’t seen the baby in months, so she picked me up and I took them to lunch.”
“Oh.” Was my face red? “Did your brother join you?”
“No.” He reeled me back to his side and we continued walking arm in arm. “He’s a general with the Royal Army, stationed in Afghanistan. He won’t be back for six more months.”
“Ah.” I felt stupid and small for reacting so badly.
“But thank you for reacting so badly,” he said.
I drew back. Could he read my mind?
“It makes me think you might care for me,” he said.
I stopped again. “Well, of course I care for you,” I said crossly. “Are you blind or something?”
He laughed again as he wrapped his arms around me. “There’s that sweet disposition I’ve missed so much.”
“Sorry.” Maybe I was going nuts, but I really wanted him to kiss me.
And maybe he was psychic, because he reached out and stroked my cheek. “Your eyes make me crazy,” he said, brushing a strand of hair away from my face.
“Crazy?” I whispered. “Really?”
“Really.” Then he kissed me, right on the street. Well, on the mouth, actually, but we were standing on the street. Oh, hell. The man turned my brain to mush.
But what a mouth he had.
Eventually, we started walking again. He stayed by my side as I stopped at the front desk and asked them to hold my bag of souvenir goodies. Then we crossed the lobby and stepped onto the crowded escalator to go downstairs to the memorial service.
“You don’t have to go to this thing,” I said, giving him an out but hoping he wouldn’t take it. Among other reasons, I wanted Derek to be close by in case Angus MacLeod was in the vicinity.
“I don’t mind tagging along for a bit,” he said, and wrapped his arm around my waist as we rode down the escalator. At the bottom, he nudged me off.
“I know how to get off an escalator,” I mumbled.
“Just being helpful.”
“Or not.”
He grinned at me. For some perverse reason, that made me smile.
We followed the crowd to the hall where the service was to take place. Several hundred chairs were lined up in rows, facing a podium at the front of the room. The place was filling up fast. He prodded me into the fourth row from the back while he took the aisle seat.
“You’re being helpful again,” I said.
“Yes, now sit.”
Before I could sit, I spotted Royce McVee standing just across the aisle. I knew I had to tell him about the Robert Burns book. He would probably want it back, since it belonged to his family, but maybe I could convince him to let me keep it for a while. I edged my way to the aisle and called his name.
He turned, saw me, and walked over. “ Brooklyn.”
“I’m so sorry,” I whispered as I gave him a hug.
“Thank you, my dear,” he said.
Kyle always said that Royce’s sphincter made him the perfect business partner. While Kyle was the front man, the glad hand, the schmoozer, Royce never took his eye off the bottom line. Kyle would say that
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