His wolf stare was magnetizing. I felt caught in it. Sudden awareness heated through me and my cheeks turned hot under his attention. “You read the wrong side of the timetable. Tide came in as you came over. You’restuckhere until eleven o’clock this evening.”
Oh shit.
My shoulders slumped. “You’re kidding.”
He stared stonily in reaction.
Even though it might cost me my life, I couldn’t help my lip twitch. “I’ll take that as ano, you’re not kidding.”
With a sigh, he turned on his heel. “Follow me.” Ramsay did this whistle thing I could never hope to emulate, and Akiva tore her beautiful eyes from me and followed her owner. I gaped after him.
“I meant you,” he called over his shoulder.
Grabbing my backpack, I lunged up onto the grass after him, almost tripping over a tree root. “Where are we going?”
“There are only two places you can go on Stòr. Unsurprisingly, both belong to me.”
I rolled my eyes at his gruff, vague response. “I can wait it out in my car. I don’t want to impose.”
“Is that why you ignored my private land signs?”
“I told you—Quinn said you wouldn’t mind.”
At that, Ramsay grumbled something under his breath I couldn’t quite hear.
As I clambered uphill out of the woodland after him and his gorgeous dog, I noted the Defender parked behind my car. That thing had to be twenty years old.
“Follow me,” he ordered again.
Before I could respond, Ramsay and the dog were in his vehicle and backing out. At my just standing there watching him, he waved impatiently for me to get into my car.
Ugh, this was going to be fun.
Hurrying into my Suzuki, I watched as Ramsay executed an impressive three-point turn on the narrow road and then I tried to do the same. It took me a little longer and I think I scratched my alloys.
He waited for me, and I could practically feel his impatience vibrating from his very cool Defender into my turquoise baby SUV.
Wondering if I was following him to my death, I was only half joking to myself about that when he didn’t drive to the house at the dock. He drove us toward the causeway but then pulled off onto a track hidden in the woodland.
Starting to get nervous, I considered reversing out but realized there was literally nowhere for me to go.
I was trapped on this guy’s island with him.
“Well, you wanted an adventure in Scotland,” I muttered to myself. “Dying gruesomely here is pretty adventurous.”
Ahead of the Defender, the woods suddenly opened.
Pulling the SUV to a stop beside the Defender, I gaped at the house and barn sitting in the middle of a clearing, surrounded by mostly birch trees and a few oaks. Two large oaks had been planted, one on either side of the buildings, almost like guardians of the smaller birch and Ramsay’s home.
The yeti had two houses on the island.
Ramsay got out of the Defender, Akiva at his heels. He waited while I got out of my car, bringing my backpack with me because it had my phone. Not that I’d noted if we had a signal on Stòr. That would have been the action of a smart, cautious person.
Damn it.
Belated butterflies fluttered to life in my belly as the tall, imposing Scot stared at me in that way that seemed to not only see right into me but electrify every nerve in my body. My throat was very dry all of a sudden.
“I’d return you by boat, but I let Quinn’s sister borrow it today to deliver furniture to a house on one of the smaller islands.”
