Donna groaned as she stalked to the large bay window overlooking the city. They’d bought a large apartment at the top of a Victorian tenement on Garnet Hill, near the art school. She’d thought she would miss the countryside of Kintyre, but she loved being in the city. Of course, she had the best of both worlds because they’d kept the carriage house for their personal use and signed over the mansion to a trust that ran it as a charity to raise money for cancer patients in Fiona’s name.
She wished she were in the carriage house right now, losing herself in a good book, instead of walking into art college for the first day of a degree course.
Strong arms wrapped around her waist, and Duncan’s chin rested on her head. “You owe me,” he said. “You’re still paying off your debt for all that lying and scheming you did months ago.”
Which reminded her. “When, exactly, is that debt going to be paid?”
“I’ll let you know.” He squeezed her tight. “Come on. I’ll walk you to school.”
“That sounds so wrong.” She turned in his arms. “I’ll only go if you give me a kiss.”
“And that’s my cue to leave,” Grace announced. “I’ll see you both at dinner.”
As Grace left the room, Duncan pressed a gentle kiss to her lips while staring into her eyes. “Have I told you how much I like our new sofa?”
“No.” She glanced at the huge, cream coloured sofa behind him.
“You would look great bent over the arm of it, while I took you from behind.”
She sucked in a breath, her body rushing ahead of her brain, getting ready for him to do whatever he pleased. “Is that right? And what if I say no?”
His eyes darkened. “Angel, you know you can always say no to me.”
And then he kissed her, taking away her first-day nerves once and for all.