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shop. Many of the tables were filled with
tourists, none of whom were looking at her.
    “Hi! What would ye like?” the male barista said, as he gave the official
Starbucks smile. Tamsyn liked the sound of his burr.
    “Oh, just a tall iced decaff latte to go, please,” she said, a little flustered
at the sensations she was experiencing before she belatedly gave a small smile
in return.
    He took out a transparent
plastic cup with the Starbucks logo from the stack.
    “Any cream?”
    “No, thanks.” She shook her
head, still unnerved and looking around.
    “Name?”
    “ Tamsyn ,”
she said, fishing out some coins from her wallet before giving it to him.
    Saying her thanks, Tamsyn walked to the end of the bar to wait for her name to
be called. The tingle hadn't left, and she felt someone's eyes on her but she
couldn't see who it was. Her heart beat erratically. Was it him? Could he be
here in Edinburgh? Could it be possible he had just been a train ride away the
whole time? That was impossible! But if she had Peter Parker's spidey sense, she'd believe he was here.
    Her dream man was here. After
all this time Tamsyn could hardly believe the
possibility of finally seeing him in the flesh. To feel him completely.
    Holding her.
    Inside her.
    She felt the pulse at the base
of her neck jump as her face heated up. Thank God it was a bit warm inside
Starbucks. She looked around again, pretending to look bored while she waited
for her coffee even while her heart raced. But everyone was busy talking to
each other. Tamsyn shook her head to clear it at the
same time her name was called.
    “Tall iced decaff latte for Tamsyn ,” the female barista said in a
hurry, giving her a short smile before she made the next order.
    Tamsyn murmured her thanks and left
the shop. Maybe some fresh air would clear her head.
    Because it would defy all
explanation as to how and why she could feel him so close.

 
 
 
    Chapter Four

 
    Alec was explaining something to
his client when he stopped mid-sentence.
    He felt her. God, he could feel
her near!
    His stirring cock was a
testament to that.
    “Alec?”
    “Sorry.” He cleared his throat.
“I was just calculating some figures in my head.”
    Alec knew Laird Dougall did not like those kinds of interruptions. Alec
continued with his spiel, unmindful of the slightly disapproving stare of the
septuagenarian with a razor sharp brain in front of him. He launched back to
his report in barely a heartbeat and his client's face became more relaxed when
he heard the profit figures in Alec's report. Then the meeting was over. Alec's
client was satisfied.
    “That was excellent, Alec,” his
client said. Beside him, his quiet assistant reached into his portfolio,
fishing out two envelopes.
    “Thank you.” Alec gave him a
short smile. He mentally begged his client to hurry up. He needed to find her.
    “As agreed this is half of your
fee,” his client said, pushing the first envelope towards Alec. “And these are
the papers that you need to sign so the rest of your fee will be stocks in the
company.”
    Alec fished out a Mont Blanc pen
from his coat pocket, signing the documents in the lines where there was an “X”
beside it.
    The transaction completed, Alec
recapped his pen.
    “I must beg your leave, Laird Dougall ,” he said.
    The laird cocked a thick gray
brow. “A lass no doubt preoccupies your mind.”
    “What makes you say that?”
Alec's eyes narrowed slightly but his face was devoid of the impatience he
felt.
    The laird arched an eyebrow but
remained silent.
    “Not quite so sure yet,” Alec
finally admitted as he gathered the papers together before putting them inside
his leather portfolio.
    Laird Dougall chuckled with amusement.
    “ Ahh ,
Alec, if only I was young again. Go. I willna keep
you.”
    Smiling his thanks, Alec stood
before he shook the laird's hand and barely suppressed his desire to sprint out
of the Radisson Blu Hotel's doors that opened into
the Royal Mile.
    He