And he was pissed.
He yanked his hood down and sprays of rain water hit my face. “How the bloody hell did you miss that boat?”
At his belligerent tone, my fear gave way to indignant anger. “Well, hello to you too!”
Ramsay yanked off the waterproof jacket, and I gaped as he pushed down the yellow waterproof trousers, only slightly relieved he had jeans on underneath. He disappeared out of the room and I heard him curse loudly as I imagined he found somewhere to dry them. Then he was back with the other solar lamp in hand.
“What are you doing here?” I asked more calmly, trying not to show him how freaking relieved I was to see him.
“Cammie was in a panic when you didn’t show up, so I brought my boat over to find you.”
“In this weather? Are you insane?”
“Apparently.” He cut me a dark look. “So you’re safe? You’re all right?”
“I hiked to the other end of the island and I fell asleep by the water. By the time I woke up, I didn’t have enough time to make it back to the ferry, so I remembered this place and reached it before the storm got really bad.”
Ramsay let out a long, heavy sigh before he started rummaging in the backpack he’d brought with him.
“What are you doing?”
Instead of answering, he pulled out what looked like a walkie-talkie.
A VHF radio.
He held it to his mouth. “Half-Light, this is McRae. Over.”
The radio crackled and then a distorted voice replied, “Meh-Rae—is Ha—ligh—you—kay?—er.”
“All good. I found Silver. We’re safe for the night. Over.” His eyes held mine and awareness sparked through me as I processed the situation.
I was alone in the bothy with Ramsay McRae and we had to spend the night together.
Wonderful.
“Will—Cam—ow. Stay—afe.—er.”
“Thanks. Over.”
Ramsay dropped his hand to the side and kept looking at me in that way that made me feel like he was peeling back all my layers. I shivered. His eyes narrowed. “Cold?”
I let out a huff of laughter. “Just a little bit.”
“Hungry?”
I nodded. “I only brought lunch with me.”
Ramsay promptly sat down on the bed and dumped his backpack between us. “I brought supplies. It’s not much.” He began unloading protein bars, packets of peanuts and chips, a couple bottles of water.
“Why did you come here?” I dared to ask.
Those wolf eyes met mine. “Cammie was worried someone might have gotten to you.”
Just Cammie?
“I’m sorry I worried her. I haven’t been sleeping well and didn’t mean to nap so long.”
He searched my face, expression grim. “You know … it might help if you tell us what’s going on.”
