Date Published: January 1, 2017
Tavish was the best boyfriend Kelsey ever had, but seven years ago he disappeared. She coped with her heartbreak by finishing her doctorate in Celtic Artwork, and now her career is taking off. Except Tavish is back, but not in a good way. He keeps showing up at her job sites and butting into her business - all the while wearing that stupid sexy kilt.
But she's here to see the ruins, not Tavish. So she'll just have to show him who's boss at this site. Because rumor has it that under these cliffs at Dunskey Castle lies the ancient palace of the kings of Alba. Gggrr. Why does he seem to know more about it than she does?
“Are you sure you can’t come by, Sasha? This necklace is odd. The patterns aren’t matching up with any in the computer. It’s still searching, but it’s going slower and slower.”
Sasha’s redheaded face appeared in the corner of Kelsey’s screen.
“No, I have to lecture this afternoon, sorry. But tomorrow’s the weekend, maybe then. I just logged in so I could see. Fascinating. Maybe you’ll catalogue an entire newfound strain of Celtic expression.”
“Wouldn’t that be something?”
Kelsey wanted to say more.
But bare chested Tavish MacGregor came bustling into her tent from the tower house, where a bunch of other construction workers were busy. Bronze haired and brown eyed like Kelsey, he had been a nosy construction worker at every last one of her Scottish clients’ places so far, and always stubbornly wearing that red and green plaid great kilt that made him so darn sexy she could just...
Kelsey sat up straight and smiled at her client, who seemed to be getting dragged in on the hem of Tavish’s kilt.
“I’ve got to go, Sasha.”
“Yeah, call you back tonight.”
Typical. Tavish had wandered away from his own work and was looking at hers.
“‘Tis not ‘Celtic jewelry,’” he said to Mr. Blair. “Nay, it be not auld warld.”
And he said this in his sexy accent that had drawn her to him in the first place. Not to mention those twinkling brown eyes that could see into her soul whenever they wanted. And those strong arms that had made her feel so loved and cherished, all those years ago. And his fighting prowess that had protected her a time or two…
Kelsey blinked herself back into the present and turned to her client, to gauge his reaction to what Tavish had told him.
Mr. Blair looked skeptical, but patient.
“Hold on, nae. Let the doctor finish her appraisal, lad.”
Ha, Lad. Good thing someone was around who could put Tavish in his place. She didn’t trust herself to try—and besides, she was a professional woman now, not the teen she’d been when she and Tavish knew each other.
She gave her client a patient conspiratorial smile, which he returned. This made her feel warm inside. He respected her expertise, unlike some people.
With the young virile man and the grey stooped man both watching, she finished her complicated high-tech tests on the necklace. Unwilling to believe what she saw and trying not to scowl, she tested a silver goblet next, and then an ornate bronze breastplate.
Finally, she had to admit that Tavish was right.
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