Once she’d hung up the telephone again, Lachlain strode around the corner without even acting like he hadn’t listened. She jumped again, then her brows drew together. “You eavesdropped, didn’t you?” “Aye,” he answered without compunction. “Learn anything new?” she asked in a nervous tone. Not really. “Your accent’s odd and you speak too quickly,” he answered honestly. Then he smirked. “But I did hear that you think me ‘wildly handsome.’ ” He wondered why he’d felt a flare of pleasure at that. As if he cared what she thought.
