Page 19 of A Scottish Island Summer

I buried myself deeper in my coat and watched Iona stride on in her walking boots. I glanced down at my fashionable, heeled efforts in dismay before following her.

The wind was rippling through the grasses, stirring them up like a giant spoon and I rubbed the rain from my cheeks. My makeup probably looked like a melted waxwork now.

It was as we were approaching the stone-studded hillside that a tall, broad figure could be seen, crouching to dig by a rock face.

Iona picked up speed, her boots squeaking on the wet grass. ‘Hey, bro! How’s it going?’

The figure rose up to their full length and spun round.

He broke into a wide grin.

I took in the hammered silver eyes, messy short brown hair and stubbled chin. Brother?!

I snapped my head round to look at Iona and then at the man examining me. It was him. The guy who had turned up to speak to Iona at the shoot yesterday. It was Wolverine.

Iona’s cheeks were still flushed. Her eyes glistened with excitement. ‘Ms Freeman, I’d like you to meet Logan Burns.’

My head jerked from one to the other. ‘Sorry?’

Logan Burns arched one brow at me.

‘Logan’s my big brother,’ she gushed. ‘He’s going to be your guide on Skye!’