Some Like it Scot (Scandalous Highlanders Book 4) by Suzanne Enoch Page A

Christmas. Arran also received his own copy of the newspaper, the absence of which Ranulf only minded in that it disrupted one of the few orderly things in his day.
    â€œNae, m’laird. Shall I send someone into the village to find ye another copy?”
    â€œAye. We cannae have the rest of the family knowing things I dunnae.”
    â€œI’ll see to it right away, then.” Cooper gestured at Owen, the head footman, and the stout Highlander strode out of the room to begin bellowing for a groom and a horse.
    â€œIs something wrong?” Charlotte, Lady Glengask, asked in her proper English tones as she strolled into the morning room.
    Immediately Ranulf stood, his heart speeding just a little at the sight of his honey-haired wife. “Aye. My newspaper’s run off. We’re aboot to send oot the hounds.” Taking her hand, he leaned down to catch her mouth in a slow, lingering kiss.
    Her free hand slid around his shoulders as she kissed him back. “What was that for?” she murmured, her fingers flexing in his. “I saw you just twenty minutes ago.”
    â€œI liked what we were up to. Thought we might do it again,” he returned in the same tone. “After ye eat, of course. Cannae have ye wasting away.”
    Charlotte laughed, her cheeks darkening prettily. “I’m meeting Winnie and Mary in the village for luncheon,” she stated, giving him a last kiss before she resumed her way to the laden sideboard, “but I believe my morning is free.”
    That was a good thing; he was fairly certain he would combust if she’d had plans that didn’t include being naked with him. “Cooper. Send word to Father Dyce that I cannae meet with him this morning,” Ranulf instructed. “I’ll ride by the church this afternoon.”
    â€œAye, m’laird. Ian, go see if ye can catch Owen.”
    As the second footman fled the room, Charlotte took the seat at Ranulf’s elbow. Two years ago breakfasts had been a mad affair, with Arran and Bear and Rowena, and more than likely Lachlan MacTier, all stumbling in with the two hounds and friends and whatever tales or stragglers they’d picked up the night before. Now Bear was the only sibling still to be found at Glengask, and over the past fortnight even he’d been absent from breakfast more often than he’d appeared.
    With Munro’s grumbling about all the domesticity suffocating him and then the growling he’d reportedly done at Lachlan when Lord Gray declined to go hunting with him, Ranulf had to wonder if his brother was actually feeling jealous. Or lonely, or left out. The past months had been so occupied with marriages and pregnancies and bairns that perhaps he hadn’t paid as much attention as he should have. That would have to change.
    If he dug into Bear’s troubles this morning, though, he was likely to lose both the time and the … desire presently coursing through him for the Sassannach lass currently drinking tea with her pinkie delicately lifted in the air. Ranulf took a breath. Aye, his family came first. Always. But Bear could come first this afternoon just as easily as he could this morning. He took a breath. “Cooper, let Bear know I’d like a word with him today, if ye please.”
    â€œI’ll see to it, m’laird.”
    â€œIn fact, I’ll meet him at noon at the Bonny Bruce.” That should suffice; luncheon at the tavern would make Munro happy, and a meeting where they would both have to keep their tempers pleased him.
    â€œI’ll have Ian inform him as soon as the lad returns.”
    When Charlotte chuckled, he looked over at her. “What’s so amusing, leannan ?”
    â€œI was just thinking that Cooper likely wishes you had your newspaper.”
    He snorted. “This is a quiet morning, lass. Nae brawls last night, nae cattle gone missing, nae a lass storming the hoose armed with a broadsword and looking for