His coat scratched her face.
Brodie.
Her head throbbed. She felt terrible, and yet at the same time better for having let all the emotion out.
She forced herself to pull away from him.
She had no idea where they were. How far they’d driven.
“Well.” She dug her hand in her pocket and found a tissue. “That was professional.”
“We’re not in office hours now. You don’t have to live up to those high standards you set for yourself. Here—” He handed her another tissue. “You must have one hell of a headache. I’ve got something for that in the cottage.”
“Cottage?”
“You looked as if you needed privacy. I thought I could drive you somewhere more isolated. Somewhere you can scream without anyone hearing you.”
She blew her nose. “That sounds like a tagline for a horror movie, Brodie.”
He brushed her tears away with his thumb. “I thought I was making you an attractive offer.”
“Is it a line you use often with women?”
“You’re the first. You don’t think I should use it again?”
She took another tissue from the packet. “I think maybe the promise of isolated places and screaming might not have the appeal you think it has.”
“No? Because statistically speaking, the chances of being murdered in a remote Scottish—”
“Enough! When I said I wanted to be kept awake at night, it wasn’t with horror stories.” But he’d lightened the mood, which was no doubt his intention.
“All I’m saying is that you’re more likely to trip and fall into—”
“Brodie!”
“Not helping?” He sat back and pushed his glasses up his nose. “Right. I’ll be quiet. I’ll simply drive you somewhere no one is going to disturb us. Where you can safely be upset without witnesses.”
“I’ve already been upset. You were a witness.”
“I’m not a witness. I’m simply your driver. Your tour guide, on our starlight stroll.”
“Starlight stroll.” She pressed her palms to her cheeks, trying to cool her hot face. Her eyes were stinging. “It actually sounds good. I’d book that.”
“Not tonight. Tonight isn’t about what everyone else wants and needs. It’s about you.”
“You think you know what I want and need?”
“Well, I was on the end of a rather revealing phone call. But I promise not to take advantage of that inside knowledge.” He was adorably awkward, but at the same time kind and incredibly decent.
“Brodie—about tonight—I don’t know how to thank you—”
“Nothing to thank me for. If you’re sure you’re all right for a few minutes, I’m going to drive us to the cottage. Just sit tight.”
Sooner or later either her mother or Ella would come looking for her. And she didn’t want to be found. She’d thought she wanted to be on her own, but now she discovered she was perfectly happy being with Brodie.
“The cottage—that’s the cabin you showed me? The place you use as your office?”
“Yes. Five minutes drive from here. Just far enough to stop people disturbing me when I’m working.”