Page 14 of Journey to the Scottish Highlands

Glossing over the reluctance flickering in my chest, I took his hand and gave it another shake. His skin was warm as his fingers brushed mine. I pulled my hand away first, as though I’d received an electric shock.

I cleared my throat. ‘Alright. Deal.’

Relief flooded his features. ‘Thank you, Miss Madden.’

‘Daisy.’

He seemed to relax a little under his pinstriped suit jacket. ‘Excellent. Thank you, Daisy.’

He nodded down at my bright, daffodil-yellow car, looking bemused. ‘And this is yours?’

‘Yep. Why?’

‘You won’t misplace her in the car park.’

I halted at my driver side door, the afternoon sun glancing off the window. ‘If you don’t like my car…’

Evan let go of the handle of his case and raised both his hands in a mock act of surrender. ‘Not at all. She’s … she’s funky.’ His mouth flickered.

I momentarily closed my eyes. Could I do this for the next twenty-four hours?

I glanced over the car roof at him. Evan was preparing to open the passenger side. ‘Well, are you driving then, Miss Daisy?’ His face was deadpan, but there was a glimmer of teasing.

I prickled. Very funny, Captain Smirk.

This was going to be one long journey back to Scotland.