“Come, lass. Get on a plane with me.”
A Highlander walks into a bar…
My father’s conference, to be exact. The Scot is huge, overbearing, and his gaze sets me on fire. He wants to take me home to see his mighty tower.
I’m tempted. I really am.
Except I just had a proposal from someone else. One that could give me everything I wanted.
Apart from love.
But when did I ever have a need for that?
I know what I want when I see it, and I’d move mountains for the lass with a whip-smart mind and killer legs.
But I came here to reclaim a debt. The man who screwed me over put my castle on the line. My ancestral home where I raised three brothers. I cannae let that lie.
If it means storming his party, then so be it.