“I didn’t know you could cook?”
Sloan’s curled up on one of the lounges out on the terrace, watching me grill steaks.
“I’m not sure grilling counts as fine cuisine, but…” I slice off a bit and offer it to her. “This comes from my clan’s ranch. Ironically, it’s in the Cairngorms, but in the opposite direction of where we landed.”
She leans forward, her eyes on mine and takes the bit of beef off the fork with her lips, chewing slowly. “This is incredible,” she groans.
“Better than the Tunnocks?”
“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, here,” she says disapprovingly.
I laugh, flipping the steaks and making the char marks cross perfectly.
We’re halfway through dinner when Sloan leans back with a sigh. The night’s warm enough for us to eat out on the terrace. “This is amazing, thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” Her eyes are closed and she’s smiling, the most relaxed I’ve seen her.
“What’s that music?”
I’ve been so busy taking a visual inventory of her spectacular breasts that it takes me a minute. “That’s one of our clubs, actually. It’s a block over from here. It has a rooftop bar where we have live bands every weekend.”
“Really?” She rises, walking over to the edge, listening to the music. “I know this band.”
Pulling up the club schedule on my phone, I ask, “Who do ya think it is?”
“Garbage. I’d recognize Shirley Manson’s voice anywhere.” Sloan’s smiling swaying a bit to the music.
“Ya wanna go catch the last half?”
“Can we?” Her eyes light up and there is nothing I wouldn’t give my wife right now.
“Of course. “Go take a look in the closet, I know Cat brought a couple of dresses along for ya.”
“Thank you!” She’s off like a shot, darting for our bedroom.
I shouldn’t be so pleased that such a small thing makes her so happy, but I am.
Yer aff yer heid - Scottish slang for completely unhinged
Craic - Scottish - Irish slang for a good time
Chapter Thirty-Four
In which Ethan and Sloan enjoy Date Night.
Sloan…
Ethan was right, Catriona bought me three dresses, one is a dark green, strapless, and while it’s pretty, I don’t want to keep hitching it up all night. There’s a pretty black one with a wrap front that shows just enough cleavage and stops mid-thigh, that’s the one I wiggle into, brushing my hair and putting on some mascara and lip gloss.
When I step out of the bathroom, he’s lounging in a chair by the window, checking his messages. He looks gorgeous, damn him, he’s changed into a black suit with a crisp white cotton shirt. His eyes go dark as coal when he looks up at me.
“Boireannach àlainn, ya beautiful woman,” he murmurs, eyeing me appreciatively.
Flushing, I smooth down the skirt. “Yeah?”
Men have always “complimented” me, if you count golden lines like, “Your legs would look gorgeous… wrapped around my head.” But the hunger in Ethan’s black eyes is sincere, and so flattering.
“It’s a good thing ya showed me what ya were wearing, before I saw it there and ended up fucking ya in front of the entire club.” He reaches for me and I race for the elevator, laughing.
