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“Dug your heels in for a week until the other person admitted you were right?”
I clicked my tongue against the roof of my mouth. “Yes, but Amber knew what she was signing up for when she moved in with me. She’s my best friend. It’s not like it was a surprise that I was right.”
His shoulders shook with quiet laughter, and he raised his glass to his mouth only to drop it again when a particularly stubborn chuckle overtook him. He propped his elbow on the arm of the sofa and pressed his forehead to his fingertips, and thank God he’d finally let go of my ankle.
Was it possible to get turned on by someone stroking your ankle?
Was that feet play?
Oh, God, was I turned on by my feet being touched now?
That might not be the worst thing. There was good money in feet pics, if you found the right people on the Internet.
“You live with your best friend?”
“I’m amazed you can form words. I’m not that funny.”
He dropped his hand back to my ankle with a noise that was half laugh, half happy sigh. “It’s just the way you say things. No sugar-coating with you, is there?”
“I’m sweet enough.” I grinned. “Yes, we live together. Have you seen the price of utilities these days? Who can afford that by themselves?”
Me.
I could.
I just chose not to.
“Very true, especially in Oxleigh and the surrounding areas. Do you rent?”
“No. I was fortunate enough to have an inheritance I could invest in my house,” I answered.
What?
I wasn’t lying.
Technically, it was an inheritance.
“It’s probably cheaper than renting,” he surmised, and correctly, too. “Have you known each other long?”
“My goodness, Lord Kinkirk. If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were trying to get to know me.”
“That fucking name,” he muttered, drawing in a deep breath.
I hid my laugh behind my sip of wine.
This was so much fun.
“If you’re my girlfriend for the weekend, I should know something about you,” he reasoned. “Besides,” he added with a mischievous glint in his gorgeous eyes. “It doesn’t matter. You’ve made it very clear we’re never going to see each other again after this weekend.”
“I wasn’t lying,” I replied pointedly, tilting my glass towards him. “You might sway some women with all this fancy nonsense, but not me.”
“Are you not impressed by the castle?”
“It’s Scotland. It’s hardly unique to Duncree, is it?”
CHAPTER SIXTEEN – GRACE
Trauma Bonds and Bingo Cards
