Too Scot to Hold (The Hots for Scots #8) - Caroline Lee Page 0,18

can forgive him.”

“And—” Davina cleared her throat and tried again. “And if I can?”

Kat’s smile bloomed. “Then ye will have yer love, and ye will both be able to work toward a future together and be as happy as I am, wee sister.” She pulled Davina into a quick hug, then released her and straightened. “Go on, speak to him and let me to sleep now that I ken Fiona is safe.”

Speak to him. Could she do it?

Kat nodded and grinned again, and Davina straightened her shoulders.

Aye.

Chapter 4

Graham was yawning by the time he finished cleaning up and began undressing. He was used to late nights, medical emergencies happened at all times of the day, after all. And as always, the excitement of the moment had caused his blood to pound and his energy to spike, but now it was over, he was ready for sleep.

The whiskey Kiergan had poured him, to toast the new arrivals with, wasn’t helping either.

But Fiona and her daughters were safe and healthy, and that’s all that mattered.

A hell of a day.

As he pulled his shirt over his head, Graham snorted quietly at the thought. A hell of a day indeed. Seeing Davina again had been wringing enough, but then to sit beside her at the table? To have her so close and be unable to touch her, knowing she didn’t want him to? To be able to smell her and feel her warmth?

And then, before he could process all that, Fiona’s labor and delivery had been added in the mix. ‘Twas after midnight now, and he felt as if he’d been stretched in all directions.

Another yawn caught him when he straightened from pulling off his boots and reached for his plaid. He’d taken to wearing the Oliphant plaid more often these days, because this family claimed him, whereas the MacVanishes seemed not to care how he spent his days.

He’d just unfastened his belt, the woolen plaid pooling into his hands, when the knock came. He froze, his eyes darting to his chamber’s door.

Was Fiona ill? Had something happened?

“Who is it?” he barked, his throat dry.

No answer.

Still holding his plaid around his waist, he padded barefoot to the door and pulled it open a crack, not wanting to shock anyone on the other side with his nudity.

There was no one there.

Nay, ye didnae imagine it.

Almost against his will, his gaze swung toward the stone wall of the chamber. He’d been given this small room last summer, likely originally intended for a servant, but fine enough for him on his visits. He didnae require much beyond a comfortable bed and a desk for his work. But since this chamber butted up against the castle’s outer wall, there was an entrance to the secret passages.

The ghost then?

There were no such things as ghosts, and the Ghostly Drummer of Oliphant Castle had been noticeably quiet since the Laird’s marriage a few months back. So was someone else in the passageway?

As if in answer, the tapestry which hid the entrance fluttered.

He was already moving toward it, intent on yanking it back and pulling open the door, when Davina stepped through, wearing naught by her chemise.

St. Luke bless me.

He froze, his fingers tightening on the plaid covering his genitals…and naught else.

“Graham.”

‘Twas all she said, her voice breathy and arousing, and he had to swallow down a noise he suspected wasn’t very appealing.

“What are ye doing here, lass?” he managed to croak.

The way her gaze dropped to his chest, then lower, before rising to his once more, made his heart quicken. As blood rushed to his cock, Graham realized he wasn’t even a little tired any longer.

And then she smiled, as if knowing the effect she was having on him, and he knew—knew—that if she didn’t get out of there, he was going to have to show her.

“Davina!” he barked, trying to make her realize the severity of the situation. “Why are ye here, lass?”

“I came to speak to ye.” She stepped away from the wall, allowing the door to the secret passage to close behind her. “Dinnae worry; none saw me leave my chamber to come here. Everyone is asleep, and I’ll no’ be missed ‘til morning.”

His eyes widened slightly at the intimation: she was expecting to be gone from her chamber until morning?

Before he could clarify, she’d stepped closer to him. Instinctively, he stepped back, hoping by putting room between them, his cock would remember she was off-limits.

Her wicked smile grew, as if she knew the effect she was