Little Brody grunted. “When we called about Jordyn, they were heading toward Mam and Da’s dock. Beautiful place. Hope you find them before you forget we need you to make that call to your clan.”
At the door, Nan called my name just as we walked out.
I clutched my leather purse close, heartbeat kicking up. “Mm-hmm.”
“Jake is in a long-term relationship. They attend the same university. I just wanted you to know, and I’d give him askelpit lug”—Nan gestured a slap—“if he hasn’t told you about her.”
I gave a little smirk. “He broke it off. For me. Have a nice night with your grands.” I spun in my heels and stalked to where Jake glared at the moon.
“Get in the car,” I ordered, jerking my chin toward the rental. Frigid air bit into my cheeks as I rushed inside. I stared at Jake.That jaw—clean wasn’t my thing—ticked. It was diamond-cut, though, I’d give him that.
“Drive! Take me to the dock,Baby MacKenzie.”
He murmured his name under his breath like a curse as the car jostled forward. Soon, the headlights bounced over a grassy knoll. Jake drove into an empty space. Beams lit a dark lake below. My pulse jumped. The dock sat empty ahead.
No Natasha. My chest tightened. I’d trade two sisters for one of her—da, my twin sisters. I whimpered quietly.
“What’s next?” Jake muttered, voice flat.
“We get out.”
He slammed his door.
I slammed mine, the sound cracking through the silent night. The damp grass squished under my stilettoed boots. “Someone’s got a mood,da?”
He got in my face. The frigid air steamed with our breaths. “What doyouexpect?”
“My cousin isn’t here.” I sighed. “Your brother isn’t here. Don’t you care what’s happening? Your mom saidIcalled them.Did you hear me on the phone?”
A muscular shoulder lifted. The picture of nonchalance. “I dozed off. I’ve already mentally assessed you for?—”
“If you diagnose me, I will shoot you in the ass.” Eyes narrowed, I stepped closer.
“Shoot me.” His mouth quirked.
Neither of us flinched.
“Listen.” His hands flexed and unflexed, preparing for trouble. “That one shred of sanity—you deciding not to bring a loaded gun inside—that’s the one reason I haven’t?—”
“Haven’t what?” I murmured lower than intended. Every hard line of him was within reach—a warmth that radiated through the Highland chill.
“Taken you down. I humored you. Accompanied you here. Yes, I expected them to be there. No clue what’s happened. People in love run off. Probably took a boat ride.”
“Take me down? How?” I grinned.
Instead of answering, Jake stomped to the car and slammed his palms onto the hood. “I speak; she doesn’t hear me. I remain silent, she … She …”
“Shehas a name. Simona. Just like Borya.”
Jake turned around, gorgeous eyes, gems glinting in the headlights. His jaw shifted, and he waved me forward like he was tired of this game. “You strike first. You’re a girl. So?—”
I didn’t let him breathe. Launching fast and hard, I threw a cross.You’d be proud, Papa.
Jake blocked with insulting ease. His forearm smacked mine. I tried again. He caught my wrist, shoving me back. He released an amused laugh. “Are we done?”
“Nope.” I circled him. He stood there, only turning his head.Oh, the arrogance. You’d think he was Russian. Rurik.
My heart sped—half adrenaline, half … whatever this was between us. Repressed desire? I kicked toward him. He jumped to the side. Another laugh. “You’re slow, Simona.”
