Adventures Of A Scottish Heiress - Plot & Excerpts
Let me in.” It was Ian. She hadn’t made him up out of dashed dreams and lost hopes. Lyssa bounced out of the chair and raised the sash. “Ian.” She said his name like a blessing. “Aye, and I’m not good at climbing. Nor do I like heights.” He reached for her window ledge. The branch shook under his weight. “And this bloody branch wasn’t made to hold my weight.” “Be careful,” she warned. “I’m trying,” he promised just as a crack sounded. He leaped the distance and practically fell into her arms, taking both of them to the carpeted floor. Lyssa hugged him close and drew in a deep breath, reveling in the scent of warm male and fresh air—Ian’s scent. “What are you doing here?” she asked happily. “You are supposed to be on your way across an ocean.” He brushed her nose with his. “I can’t leave without you.” Struggling to make sense of everything, Lyssa asked, “What of your sisters and their children?” Ian had started nibbling the tender skin beneath her chin.
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