Amy genuinely liked Luka MacNeill and the way the braw wore his kilt, sporran, sword, and a dirk tucked in his stocking. Hot and sexy and dangerous came to mind. Not cute, like she’d said.
But rather than focus on that, she should be thinking about how she needed to contact realtor she needs to meet and call the people she had left, to tell them what she had faced since she arrived
It's not bad, and it's not good. But somehow she knows its going to be fun. She’d use Luka ‘s phone back at his car. Yet, she wished she could delay the inevitable and spend more time in his company. Like that was a good idea. Not after the way they’d kissed and not when she still didn’t know why he’d wanted to protect her in St. Andrews so long ago.
He had to know how appealing he looked to her, so she’d tes
