There was a sudden hush, her declaration hanging in the air. Bonnie set the bottle down so hard on the bar that the drinks in front of the two customers in either direction shook.
With her face hot, Kit stammered, “I mean, I’m tired. I want to get settled in.”
Ramsay, unfortunately, rested his hand on the small of her back and guided her. Was he crazy? Bonnie looked ready to dive over the bar after her.
As they made their way to the narrow steps leading up, Kit wondered if it was too late to call John and get the other brother to drive Kit around Scotland. Ramsay was clueless. And his warm hand on her back wasn’t helping her cause.
Bonnie’s eyes followed them and her scowl deepened. “Watch yereself, Ramsay,” she said.
But Kit was pretty sure it was directed as much at her as it was at him. She felt certain it had only been her first glimpse of the summer to come. Gandiegow might look beautiful from the sea, but she was going to be a bitch to deal with.
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