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the sexy blonde.
    “Yes, thank you, ma’am. I appreciate your help. Enjoy your
evening.” With a polite smile, he nodded and walked back to Alain.
    “I’m leaving now, you coming?” Hamish reached for the
tumbler his cousin still held and finished the whisky in one tilt of the glass.
The amber liquid burned its way down to his belly and joined the fire Grace
Strachan had left roaring out of control.
    “Of course. I want to see what you do next, especially since
your hard-on is about ready to drill a hole through your plaid.” Alain laughed
at his cousin’s predicament.
    Hamish frowned at him. “You don’t need to tell me. I’m fully
aware of its presence. It’ll be taken care of by one sassy blonde and no
other.”
    The quick pace he’d set quickly put them in front of their
hosts for the evening. Patience was quickly vanishing, but he still managed to
politely thank the elderly couple for their efforts and promised to be there
again next year.
    They walked out of the opulent hall and into the cool fresh
air. Alain couldn’t help but grin at his cousin’s back. This was the first time
he’d ever seen a woman walk away from Hamish and he was intrigued. In fact, he was
curious to see what she could possibly do next. What he found even more
interesting than the lady’s actions was how it looked like his cousin planned
to chase her down. The man never had to do that before, nor wanted to. Maybe
this was the one who would rock his world and could fully accept him, and all
that meant.
    Seeing his cousin stroke his temples brought both concern
and more questions. If he had to guess, it would be that the woman piqued
Hamish’s interest. On the other hand, there was also the chance things had
moved beyond control and he would need to act quickly to get Hamish out of the
public’s view.
    No matter what, he knew the turn of events required a call
to Maisie. Tonight’s happenings would definitely put a smile on her face and a
sparkle in her old eyes.

Chapter Two
     
    What a jerk!
    Lifting a portion of her dress so she wouldn’t trip on it
and embarrass herself further, Grace walked as quickly as she could in her high
heels. Escaping from the claustrophobic confines of the party and the horrible
attitude from that man was necessary for her sanity. If she didn’t get away,
there was every possibility she’d scream the roof down in frustration.
    Once she left the building and the ugly incident was left
behind her, she felt as if she could breathe a bit freer. Grace carefully made
her way down the steep stone steps and onto the sidewalk. The only thing she
wanted to do was find a cab and get away from here. She hadn’t wanted to attend
this function, but had arranged to be here when a well-meaning acquaintance had
made the effort to get her an invitation. Despite the train troubles she’d
experienced to arrive on time, it wasn’t in her to be rude and ignore such a
thoughtful gesture. Now she wished she hadn’t come because the gorgeous man she
had words with left a blot on her evening and not one she wanted.
    Seeing no cabs coming down the busy road, she started
walking toward the corner to catch one. It was chilly tonight and as she
shivered, Grace wished she’d worn a coat instead of a sheer shawl. Wrapping her
arms around herself, she kept an eye on the traffic and tried to ignore how the
person she’d run from managed to make himself at home in her mind.
    Maybe he could do this because he was Scottish and sexy as
sin. None of this mattered though. He was a complete boor, nothing more. It
was, however, very disappointing. He was definitely a man who tempted her to
think of what he’d be like in bed, which wasn’t normally how she remembered
people. The fact that he’d actually pulled off wearing a kilt so perfectly
didn’t help matters either. She had a weakness for a man who could carry off
wearing a tartan, especially if he wore it the traditional way.
    Despite the cold air pushing against her eyes and