Jack looked down at me. He treats ye like shit, Nora. He’s kind of scum.
Irish, Roddy supplied. English. And dinnae forget Swedish. That was ma favorite.I apologize for my countrymen, I joked. I hope we haven’t caused too much offense.
Jim grinned at me. Not at all. How did ye know we were Scottish?A lucky guess, I confessed. We don’t get a lot of people from Europe visiting our small town.We’re on a road trip, Roddy explained. He had a full head of wavy ginger hair, and he was taller than me (most people were) but shorter than his friend.
Where Roddy was of medium-height but a burly build, Jim was tall and built like a swimmer. He had tan skin, dark hair, and thickly lashed, dark brown eyes.And he was staring at me intensely the entire time his friend explained where they’d visited so far. I flushed under Jim’s perusal, having never been the entire focus of anyone’s attention like this before, let alone a cute Scottish guy.
Actually, Jim cut off his friend when he said they were leaving here tomorrow, I was thinking we should stay a little longer. He said the words to me, giving me a cute-boy smirk as he did so.
Roddy snorted. Oh, aye? After a five-minute meetin’?Standing in the snow. Watching him.
Saxton turned to the glass panes and instantly recognized the huge body, the tense stance, the dark hair that was teased by the cold wind.Not knowing what else to do, he pointed to the right, in the direction of the kitchen and its back door.
In response, Ruhn nodded and started for the rear of the house through the snow.With quick feet and a faster heart, Saxton made his way down the staff hall, past the pantries, and into the vast kitchen. He opened the back door immediately, that signal going off once again, and he listened as the heavy footfalls squeaked and crunched through the snowpack.