Can't Tie Me Down! (Sinclair Sisters 1)

The door opened as Mairi tugged the sheet around her naked body.

“You okay?” Agnes was in dark blue jeans, beige boots, and a red sweater that made her blonde hair glow.

“New jeans?” Mairi said.

“Got them on sale.” Agnes turned so Mairi could see the back. “They make my backside look great.”

“Definitely worth the money. Do you know where a hair tie is? This mop is driving me nuts.”

Agnes picked one up from the dresser and tossed it at Mairi, who tied her hair back in a mess behind her head. At least it wasn’t in her mouth anymore.

“Do you plan on answering me?” Agnes did that toe-tapping thing she loved to do. “Are you okay?”

“I have a bad-decision hangover that I don’t think will go away with coffee and a fried breakfast.” Mairi looked up at her sister. “Is there a hangover cure for stupidity?”

“Coffee’s ready,” Keir shouted.

“He’s still here,” Mairi said. “I was hoping he’d just leave.”

Agnes gave Mairi a look that made it clear exactly how stupid she thought that comment had been. “Yes, now that he’s managed to get you back into bed, after years of trying, he’s just going to waltz out of here and get on with his life.”

Mairi stared at her sister for a moment as her cotton-wool-filled brain tried to figure out if she was speaking sarcasm. “He isn’t going to do that, is he?”

Agnes threw up her hands and stalked out of the room. “Give her coffee and wake her up before I kill her,” she ordered Keir.

A couple of seconds later, he came into the room with a large, steaming mug. He handed it to her, and Mairi clasped it in both hands, not caring if the sheet fell while she was drinking.

He brushed a stray hair behind her ear as he smiled down at her. “You okay?”

Mairi scowled at him. “Why does everybody keep asking me that?”

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he said dryly.

“I regret last night,” she said, laying it on the line for him.

His eyes sparkled. “No, you don’t. You regret giving in to what you wanted instead of stubbornly keeping your distance and making us both suffer.”

The fact he was right didn’t change one thing. “It won’t happen again.”

“You sure about that?” He was so inflated with arrogance that she wanted to stick a pin in him and watch him pop.

Before she could think of a cutting comeback, Keir put a hand on each side of her face and kissed her. The kiss had magical powers. It completely defused the irritation she felt, and filled the world with rainbows. When he drew away, she followed, but he just chuckled, kissed the tip of her nose and sauntered out of the room, leaving her dazed, needy and aware that all thoughts of never repeating last night had fled from her brain.

She was still staring after him when Aggie’s dulcet tones rang through the room. “Get dressed and get out here. We have a situation.”

Mairi let out a groan, gulped the coffee and lamented her life. It had been too much to hope that Agnes would get the bus home instead of flying back from Glasgow. At least if she’d come back on the bus, Mairi would have had a few more hours to deal with her monumentally stupid decision to sleep with Keir. Now she had to deal with Aggie on top of everything else. As she berated herself, her girl parts protested that the decision hadn’t been stupid. Her girl parts thought it was the best decision she’d ever made.

Sometimes Mairi hated her girl parts.

Music started outside, and someone began singing another love song.

Mairi groaned and closed her eyes. For a minute there, she’d actually forgotten about the men camped outside her home. Life was closing in on her. Between dealing with losing her sister Isobel to London, having someone hack her life and set her boys on her, and sleeping with Keir—it was all getting a bit too much. It was time to plot an escape. If she climbed out the window and ran, she’d make the ten o’clock bus to Glasgow.

The bedroom door opened, and Agnes stalked in. “Don’t even think about it. I know you’re in here plotting to run. Just get dressed and get your backside into the living room. This is your mess, but I’m going to help you clean it up.” Agnes took the mug from Mairi’s hands.

“How do you always know what I’m thinking?” And didn’t that just irritate the hell out of her.

“You’re painfully transparent,” Agnes called as the door slammed behind her.