Some Like it Scottish by Patience Griffin Page A

had ruined the deal for her.
    â€œBut, but . . .” Morven faltered. “Will I at least see you at the Highland games tomorrow in Crossmere?”
    â€œYe’re participating in the games?” Ramsay asked with a heavy dose of doubt.
    Morven chuckled. “No. I have a hot-potato booth. Can’t have the games without steaming potatoes. So will ye be there?”
    â€œNo,” she answered.
    At the same time Ramsay said, “Yes.”
    She shot her chauffeur a searing glance as he ushered her out the door.
    After they were safely inside the SUV, she turned to Ramsay. “Why would I want to see that man at the Highland games? I hope to never see him again. I can’t believe we drove all the way here for nothing.
Nothing!
”
    Ramsay
tsk
ed. “Think about it. Wouldn’t the games be a good place to find ye some males to sell to yere rich friends? All the clan chieftains in the area will be attending.”
    â€œWell . . .”
    â€œAll in one place for the picking. Check them out in person. Make sure they’re up to yere standards before ye even have to talk to them.” Ramsay shot her a killer smile, and she kind of melted. “Ye could make sure they have all their teeth, too.”
    â€œYou have a point.” She could rearrange her schedule once again.
    â€œMiss,” Morven called, running toward them with a burlap sack.
    She worried he had some critter in there for her. “Yes?”
    â€œSome of my best potatoes for ye.” He put the sack into her hands. “I’ll see ye tomorrow, right?”
    â€œWe’ll see.”
    As Morven made his way back to the house, Ramsay grinned at her. “Aw, he’s such a fine man.”
    â€œThen you marry him,” she offered.
    Ramsay didn’t miss a beat. “Not my type. Not enough curves.” And then the devil had the nerve to check her out. “Want to take another dip in the loch? I’ll be happy to help ye get your clothes off again.”
    â€œDrive.” She turned toward her window, hiding her smile as she looked out.
    â€œOff to Crossmere, then?”
    Her smile fell away. “Hopefully they’ll have a couple of rooms for us.”
    Ten minutes down the road, they found the medieval-looking village made up of narrow streets and old stone buildings. The town itself was small, but it was hopping with anticipation of the Highland games. A large sign declared that the B-and-Bs were fully booked. A few RVs were parked about but it looked like the majority of the people had set up tents in an open field.
    She pointed to the gathering. “You didn’t happen to pack us some camping equipment, did you?”
    Ramsay gestured to a sign. “There’s a boardinghouse that way.”
    â€œBut the B-and-Bs are full,” she argued.
    â€œWe’ll check anyway.”
    He parked the car along the road and they walked the rest of the way to the two-story stone house. She hoped they had a pair of rooms for rent.
    The parlor inside the front door had been converted into a lobby. An old woman sat in a rocking chair like she was guarding the stairs leading up. She listened to what Kit had to say, then pointed to the Vacancy sign hanging above her head. “There was a cancellation five minutes ago. I’ll let you have it if you pay up front.” She stuck her hand out as if to take their bills.
    Kit turned toward Ramsay. “Can you sleep in the SUV?”
    But instead of answering her, he pulled out his billfold and handed the old woman his money. “We’ll take it.”
    Kit wanted to stomp on his foot. “But—”
    â€œWe’ll get our things and come back.” Ramsay took Kit’s elbow and guided her toward the door.
    She was surprised her glare didn’t burn a hole in that thick skull of his.
    Ramsay stopped and faced her as he opened the door. “I’m sure a lady such as yereself can be mature and share