My frames settle into place but I’m not sure my vision is 20/20 right now. "Holy shit." I mutter. "You're..."
I trail off as I stare into the square jaw, freckled cheek bones, and green-grey eyes of the man who was just singing to me. The same man who I read about on the flight over.
Rhys Reid.
Chapter four
Rhys
Sex Dungeon Kidnapping Situation
"Gettingwet."Ifinishfor him with a smirk. Innuendo isn’t usually my thing but doing my usual thing has left me cheated on and alone.
I can see the recognition in his chocolate brown eyes behind his rain speckled glasses.
So much for flying under the radar.
"That's what she said." He clips out quickly, like it was an automatic response, and a laugh huffs in my chest, surprising me.
It’s an unfamiliar sensation, genuine laughter.
How long has it been since I’ve been caught off guard in a light-hearted way?
And with a handsome stranger no less.
Usually I brace myself and prepare for backstage meet-n-greets, or interviews, or red carpet appearances by telling myself they’ll be over soon.
The conversations are short, predictable, and punctuated with a photo opp. Polite laughter and self-deprication working best in those moments.
Even with Mike, we often enjoyed each other’s silence, and would use unspoken words to initiate intimacy. He never whispered sweet nothings, never used my name.
Maybe the signs were on the wall after all.
My broken heart taunts me with how wrong I got it.
Not wanting to stand in the rain dwelling on the disaster that is my current love life, I turn to the handsome stranger. "C'mon funny guy, let's get out of the rain."
"So you're actually Prince Charming moonlighting as a country rock star?" He says as he pulls my jacket tighter around his shoulders. They're too broad to fit and it was loose on mine.
He’s my height. I might be an inch taller. His chest is broad and his shaggy brown hair is curling in the rain.
My heart rate picks up as I track a raindrop down his cheek to where it gets lost in the thick stubble lining his square cut jaw.
"Dang, you figured it out." I deadpan through a dry mouth as I start walking back to the car.
"Hold on, I gotta get the luggage."
"Luggage?"
"Yeah, well wait. I assumed you were going to drive me to my Granny's house. But maybe this is a sex dungeon kidnapping situation. I'd be game for that if it were by the way." When he shrugs the coat slips and he pulls it back into place.
"UnfortnatelyBonn na Cnocdoesn't have a sex dungeon."
"But you can see how I might think that given the name."
"It means, foot of the hill."
"Irregardless." He waves off my explanation. "With a name like that there could be a lot of fun to be had but it's tough to get the things we’d need delivered in a timely manner up here in bumfuck Scotland." He shrugs. "I'm Duncan Paisley by the way."
