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The barrier rolls down, revealing the driver's face inch by inch. His expression is a wee bit pinched. "I apologize for the interruption. Just got a text from your brother Rory. We're picking up another passenger."
"Passenger?" I glance at Gavin, but he simply shrugs. "Do you know who it is?"
"Aye. It's Evan MacTaggart."
"Oh. Well, thank you for letting us know."
"Should I raise the partition?"
"No, that won't be necessary." Because we won't be shagging in this car today.
Chapter Fifteen
Gavin
I can't believe this. Though I love giving Jamie orgasms, the driver's announcement has left me in a bad way. I'm so hard that I think my jeans might split open. Watching Jamie come always affects me that way. Still, I'm glad I could give her pleasure, even if I didn't get any myself. A gentleman always makes sure a lady has everything she wants and needs, no matter what.
Ten minutes later, when we reach an apartment building on the other side of Inverness, my stiff problem has softened considerably. Thank goodness. Jamie's cousin Evan has just climbed into the limo.
He sits down on the bench seat that faces us and smiles at Jamie. "It's good to see you, gràidh. Sorry we haven't seen each other more often, but my work has consumed me lately."
"No worries, Evan. We're all so proud of your accomplishments."
The guy seems a touch uncomfortable with Jamie's praise. But he shakes it off and looks at me. "You must be the American laddie who has stolen my cousin's heart."
I hold out my hand to him. "Gavin Douglas. Your cousin Aidan is married to my sister."
Evan shakes my hand. "Pleasure to meet you. I met Calli briefly at the wedding ceilidh for Rory and his new bride. Your sister is a lovely lass."
The three of us have a nice conversation for the first hour of our journey, but then Evan tells us he needs to do some work on his computer. He's some kind of tech genius, according to Jamie. I talk my "lass" into playing gin rummy with me to pass the time. Evan smirks at that suggestion, which I assume means he doesn't think we can play a card game on the backseat of a limo. But we have no trouble playing the game this way. Jamie and I sit sideways on the seat, facing each other, and we both sit cross-legged too.
So much for the tech genius knowing everything.
Maybe I do rib Evan a little bit, but he clearly doesn't mind. In fact, about two hours and fifteen minutes into our journey, he asks if he can get in on the gin rummy action. We play a three-way game with Evan sitting on the floor with his cards on the seat between me and Jamie. I'd kind of assumed Evan was an uptight geek, but he's actually pretty cool. Not the laugh-riot type of guy. But he can relax enough to enjoy a card game and even make a few jokes.
Jamie loves all of it. Every time she wins a hand, she throws her arms up and cheers---though she keeps her cries muted enough that the driver won't crash the car. Jamie has perfected the shrieking version of golf claps. It's the cutest thing ever.
We drop Evan off at his mom's house, then continue on to Dùndubhan. We both wind up taking a joint nap with my arm around her shoulders and her head on my chest, waking up only once we reach the castle. The driver gently rouses us. As we climb out of the limo, Rory and Emery emerge from the vestibule to greet us.
Jamie hugs them both. I hug Emery but shake Rory's hand. Guys like us don't do the hugging thing with each other.
Before we walk into the castle, I take a moment to enjoy the sunset. With my arm around Jamie, we both gaze up at the golden rays as they sink toward the horizon and streamers of deep pink and orange fill the sky. I've never been the type to study a sunset, but being with Jamie has turned me into a sentimental fool---and I don't care.
Mrs. Darroch has gone home, which means she walked across the courtyard to the little cottage alongside the walled garden. But she left us a great snack. The four of us enjoy the food the housekeeper made, but we don't talk about the elephant in the kitchen. That would be me and my relationship with Jamie. Our weekend in Minneapolis had been incredible, but now we're back in MacTaggart territory.
And I'm the invader.
Rory and Emery head up to the top floor, where they have a huge bedroom. Jamie and I will stay on the ground floor, in one of the bedrooms in the guest wing. That means we can make all the noise we want.
Tonight, though, we're too tired for sex.
In the morning, it's raining. No golden sunrise to match yesterday's golden sunset. Oh, well. I've got the human version of a stunning sunrise lying beside me in this bed. I wake up with Jamie snuggled against me. We're facing each other, so I can just lie here watching her while she sleeps and count the smattering of faint freckles on her cheeks.
She sighs and stretches, keeping her eyes shut.
I brush a lock of hair away from her face. "Good morning, baby."
Jamie slowly peels her lids open and gives me a sleepy-sexy smile. "Good morning, Gavin."
