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Scot Under the Covers (Wild Wicked Highlanders, #2) Scot Under the Covers by Suzanne Enoch
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“Say it again, Aden,” she whispered after a too-long moment. “All of that?” “I will punch you, you know.” That made him grin. Remarkable, this lass. “I love ye, Miranda. I like ye, I admire ye, and I love ye.”
Suzanne Enoch, Scot Under the Covers
“Her brows furrowed. “Where in the world were you? Is something amiss? Something more, I mean?” “Nae for me. For ye, well, it could be. I meant to wait until ye had yer life free from Vale, until ye had choices, real choices, in front of ye again. But I love ye, and I have for some time now. If I dunnae tell ye how I feel right now, then I’m liable to shout it out loud the next time I set eyes on ye.”
Suzanne Enoch, Scot Under the Covers
“I would have to agree with you.” Aden looked down into her chocolate-colored eyes, and time simply … stopped. Sweet Saint Andrew”
Suzanne Enoch, Scot Under the Covers
“Aden flicked a finger down her cheek. “Ye’ve nae idea how much I want ye lass, here and now.” A swift look down at the front of his kilt backed up that statement quite nicely. “Put that away, Aden, before someone walks in on us,” she said beneath her breath, reaching out to smooth down the front of his tartan. He took a quick step backward, batting at her hand. “Dunnae touch it, woman. Ye’d be setting it loose, and all sorts of mayhem could result.” That made her laugh,”
Suzanne Enoch, Scot Under the Covers
“Everything stopped. Time, his breath, his heart. “I beg yer pardon?” She walked back up to him finally, taking his hands. Hers shook. “I love you, Aden MacTaggert. I love your cleverness, and your heart, and the way you have Smythe so twisted about that he couldn’t figure out this morning how to tell you that not only is Brògan a girl, but she had pups on his bed last night.” A laugh burst unbidden from his chest. Everything seemed to be breaking free, letting him breathe again. “She what?” “Yes. Five of them. He’s very attached, already.” “Saint Andrew’s sake,” he mused. “I saw she was putting on weight,”
Suzanne Enoch, Scot Under the Covers
“This all felt important and significant, but Aden had put more than simple—relatively simple—affection into play. The captain had set up a very complicated game of chess and had moved all the pieces precisely where he wanted them, and Aden had just sat down opposite Vale and dumped over the table.”
Suzanne Enoch, Scot Under the Covers