Page 73 of Journey to the Scottish Highlands

‘Like I should have known where Dane was.’

Evan pushed both his hands into the pockets of his casual, cream trousers. ‘Well, seeing as you two were being so chummy at the gig the other night, I assumed…’

‘You shouldn’t assume,’ I bit back. ‘You just make an ass out of you and me.’ I remembered that from school, and although it wasn’t the greatest retort, it was the best I could come up with at that moment.

‘Very droll. Just make that up, did you?’ Evan’s expression was intense. ‘I spotted my brother and you exchanging megawatt grins at the gig.’

Hold on. I could have been wrong, but if I didn’t know any better, I might have thought Evan was jealous!

‘Well, I’m sorry to burst your bubble, but no, there wasn’t and isn’t anything going on between your brother and me, and like I said, I haven’t seen him all day.’

‘Ok.’ He lingered, shoving that stray lock of black hair away from his angular face. He made no move to leave. ‘Thanks again for helping Mum. I know she appreciated it.’

His kind words made me pull myself up. ‘Oh. Right. You’re welcome. She’s a lovely lady.’

We both remained rooted to the spot. What was it with him? One minute he was a sarcastic sod, and the next he was complimenting me. Not only did Evan have the ability to mangle my head, he was also able to churn up my insides as well.

It frustrated me to no end.

‘Did you have a good time then?’ I cursed myself for asking. I didn’t want to mention Sacha.

‘Yes, it was good.’ No further information was forthcoming.

His attention drifted lazily from my hair and down to my mouth. ‘Right. I’ll be off then. More work to do.’ He strode across the hallway towards his bedroom. What was happening here? Was anything happening?

I clattered my bedroom door shut. It would be best for everyone if it didn’t, but that didn’t stop me from imagining.