Falling for the Highland Rogue

‘What does he say?’ Jack asked.

She tossed the note across the table. It fell in the egg, the ink blurring. ‘He will pick us up here in one hour and take us to the docks at Leith. To see the King land.’

Jack grinned. ‘I knew I could rely on you.’

She narrowed her eyes. ‘Remember that, Jack. I gather you don’t come with us?’

He shook his head and stood up.

‘Will we go to the tables tonight?’ The tables was where she earned more than her keep.

‘Greedy wench.’

‘Jack?’ she warned.

‘No. I have other plans. I may go out of town for a day or so.’

‘Days?’

‘I’ll leave Growler here, in case you need anything.’

‘To keep an eye on me, you mean.’ She couldn’t quite keep the bitterness from her tone.

‘You and him, too.’

Gilvry, he meant. Jack trusted no one. Sometimes she wondered if he would even let her go when it was time, knowing what she did. Indeed, she feared he would not. Hence her contingency plan. Her secret bank account in a false name. It was nowhere near enough for her to live on yet.

‘He’s no threat to me, as far as I can see.’ She certainly didn’t want Growler and his bullies hurting him. Not unless he got out of hand.

Jack pulled out his watch and glanced at it. ‘If you’ve only an hour, you best stir your stumps.’

An hour. She put a hand to her hair still in its night-time plait. ‘You are right. I will want to look my best.’ She gave him her stock-in-trade smile and he nodded slowly.

‘Aye, colleen. That you do.’

His hard-eyed smile said he’d make her pay, if Gilvry so much as strayed an inch from her side. Oddly enough, though, she was looking forward to spending more time in his company. He made her feel like a lady.

The moment Logan saw her, he wanted to graze his fingertips across the delicious flesh rising above her gown and then taste it with his tongue. First however, he wanted to cover her from anyone else’s view.

He took her hand and forced himself to keep his gaze on her face, but even then her sultry smile of greeting sent hot blood pounding in his groin. He raised a brow. ‘Where is O’Banyon?’

‘He has business elsewhere,’ she said in a low husky voice. ‘Would you prefer we did not go?’

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