The Taming of a Highlander (Midnight in Scotland, #2)

by Elisa Braden

She sighed, her idea reduced from the sparkling champagne of possibility to the flat, warm ale of disappointment.

“I shall lose myself.” She gave a tiny shake of her head. “I shall become someone else before I’ve discovered who I am. Just me. Kate. Could I have been a playwright or a novelist or some brilliant combination thereof? Nobody will ever know. From now on, I shall spend all my waking hours obsessing over your stores of liniment and wondering if you prefer turnips or potatoes.”

Tis you, Kate Huxley MacPherson. I didnae have a heart before ye wandered into the dark and decided ye belonged here.” He began thrusting rhythmically, forcefully. “Do I love ye? Aye.” More thrusts. His hand tangled in her hair. He lowered his head and breathed deep. “I love ye. But that’s a weak fucking word for what I feel, Kate.”