Laird Of The Highlands: International Billionaires IX: The Scots - Plot & Excerpts
For one thing, Elis Olwen wasn’t beautiful. He wasn’t the male version of his sister, whose beauty could rival any woman on earth. He was a geek. “Jings!” The teenager stopped in the cottage doorway, his mouth dropping open, his gangly arms tightening around his backpack. “Who the hell are ye?” She’d warned Lorne this morning, at breakfast. “Elis is supposed to arrive sometime today.” Keeping her focus on her porridge, she’d avoided giving him any hint of what she was thinking about the situation. “He’s being dropped off by some friends on their way to Glasgow.” “Is that so.” He’d kept his gaze on her, but she gave him nothing. Frustration billowed. “Does he know about us?” “Um.” Her spoon clanked into the bowl, her hands folded into her lap. She still didn’t look at him. “I reckon I’ll take that as a no.”
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