Pirate's Promise (Sentinels of Savannah #5) - Lisa Kessler Page 0,47

only thing I recognized on the way over from the dock was Glasgow Cathedral.”

“That could work.” She looked over at him. “It’s probably open, and we could blend in as sightseeing Americans.”

He scratched his freshly shaved chin, his Savannahian accent firmly in place. “Works for me, love.”

There was the pet name again. She never should have told him to call her that. Now she couldn’t be sure if he was just playing his part or…of course he was playing his part, and she shouldn’t be even questioning it.

She put the cathedral in her phone and pulled out of the rental car lot, embracing the extra focus required to drive on the opposite side of the road. It kept her from looking at him. It was tough not to pepper him with questions about Scotland and how it had changed since he’d last been there, but she managed. Right now, he wasn’t Greyson Till, he was Greg Smith from Savannah, and he’d never been to Scotland before.

She parked in front of the cathedral and gasped. “It’s massive.”

He nodded and surprised her by saying, “Yes, it sure is.”

She’d gotten used “aye.” Hearing him say “yes” seemed foreign, but she appreciated his effort to maintain their backstories.

They got out of the car, and he came around and took her hand. “I’ve heard the stained glass is incredible.”

“Let’s get a selfie.” She took out her phone and held it out, checking for the right angle to get the cathedral spire in the picture with them.

“Want me to take it for you?”

She looked up to find a priest holding out his hand. Her heart raced. She couldn’t let him have her phone. There were too many secrets stored inside. Somehow, without a word, Greyson saved her. He handed his phone to the elderly man in the black robe with a grin. “Thank you, Father.”

Greyson slid his arm around her waist, his hand gripping her hip as they stayed close together. His thumb brushed her bare skin just under the hem of her shirt, reawakening her memories from their shower together earlier.

The priest handed the camera back to Greyson. “Honeymoon?”

Aura chuckled, shaking her head. “Vacation. We’ve been married for five years.”

He smiled. “Welcome to Scotland. I’m Father MacDairmids.” He scanned the area before looking at them again. “There are usually tours. Maybe you’re early?”

“Nah, we didn’t join a tour.” Greyson shook his head. His accent still surprised her every time. “We like exploring on our own.” He looked at her with a spark in his eyes. “More fun that way. Right, love?”

Way too much fun. She grinned and turned to the priest. “We can’t stay long. Is there anything here we should definitely check out?”

He had a warm smile and shiny blue eyes as he named off a few features, but she was barely listening. Aside from being keyed up about the meeting, Greyson’s thumb was tracing a lazy figure eight on her hip just above the waist of her pants.

She glanced over at him, but all his attention was on the priest. He had to know what he was doing to her right now. Two could play this game.

She wrapped her arm around him, trying to slide her hand up his back, but his polo was tucked into the khakis, keeping her from touching his skin. He stole a look her way and winked, confirming he was well aware of his intimate touch and that she couldn’t return fire.

The priest adjusted his stole as he looked over his shoulder at the cathedral doors. “I better get back to the church office.” He smiled at them. “Enjoy your time in Scotland.”

“Thanks, Father,” Greyson answered.

The priest walked away, and Aura allowed her hand to wander down his back until her fingers dipped into his pocket. She gave his ass a squeeze. “You’re evil, Greg.”

He chuckled and turned to face her. “Not my fault you didn’t tuck in your shirt, Amber.”

She rolled her eyes, struggling not to smile as she caught his hand. “Thanks for offering up your phone for the picture. I couldn’t risk handing over mine.”

“I figured.” He tugged her close and brushed his lips to hers like they really had been married for five years. She hated how easy it would be to get used to his attention, and how much she was going to miss it soon.

She squeezed his hand, leading him toward the cathedral. “We’ve got about an hour left to explore.”

“Then we best be gettin’ busy.” He grinned, and she couldn’t hold