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This short style and her head movement gave him a
peek of her very tempting neck. The sight of her satinlike skin left him
wanting to kiss his way along the column to test exactly how soft she was. Then
there was a light mossy green slinky silk dress embracing her body, outlining
curves that made his mouth water. She had lush hips and an ass he’d love to
hold and stroke. Without any pockets to thrust his hand into, he knew it was
obvious to anyone who looked exactly how interested he was in the lady.
    Having heard her talking, it was quickly becoming a
necessity to hear her sweet voice speaking to him and not another. This
discovery caused the tension already racing through him to ramp up. The power
this unknown person had over him made him uncomfortable, and despite this, he
couldn’t find the will to walk away.
    Not from her.
    Alain came up beside him as he stood off to the side,
silently watching the duo join the end of the line for a drink.
    “The blonde in green. Saw her come in and knew she’d catch
your attention. Have you seen anything other than her fine ass?”
    “Stop right there.”
    “What?”
    Hamish looked at his cousin as irritation brought his
eyebrows sharply together. Anger had filled him the second he heard the other
man talking about this woman as they had others. That had never happened
before. It didn’t matter that he’d been thinking the same thing. There was
something about this lady that felt different than others. This one felt very
personal. He didn’t want anyone to speak of her using these terms.
    Thankfully, without him having to say anything, Alain
understood what he needed.
    “Fine, give me your drink and go queue up for another.”
    Hamish shrugged and admitted to himself it was a good idea.
Handing the glass over, he then closed the distance between them in four large
steps.
    Standing behind the blonde in green, he inhaled her feminine
scent, and in return, his body grew even more interested. With his lust
gathering steam, his eyelids fell to half-mast as he breathed her unique
essence. Heather and a hint of something else made her unique and teased him,
giving him ideas of possessing this woman in the tall grass beside his loch in
the heat of summer. There was definitely something special here that pulled him
closer to her. This caused him a great deal of discomfort, which for him and
his condition wasn’t a good combination.
    In the end, he decided the answer to this problem was to
discover more about her.
    Being a typical organized man, he decided to list what he
did know. Her name was Grace, and she smelled and sounded of Scotland. As far
as he was concerned, it was a great start. There was also a sense of femininity
and delicacy about her that he found incredibly attractive. It wasn’t because
she was small and curvaceous. There was something else about her that called
his male instincts to the surface. The spike heels he saw her walking in when
she lifted her long dress so as not to trip allowed him to determine the top of
her head would come up to his chin. This meant flat-footed she’d reach his
shoulders or thereabouts.
    While looking at her neck, he watched as her hand reached up
and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. Her wrist was slight and he
imagined how those graceful fingers would feel tracing intricate and erotic
patterns over his flesh. From that point on, he was lost in the need she
created in him without ever seeing her face or knowing her full name.
    Entranced, he wanted to see and hear more from her. The
little glimpses he had of her made him hungrier for more and he wanted it all.
Ready to tap her on the shoulder, bring her around to face him, he was suddenly
thrown off course and left freefalling by her friend.
    “Oh wait, I see Stan. Remember, I told you about Stan,
Stanley Martin?”
    The woman in red spoke in an overly excited voice that
seemed to scratch its way across his brain. Before she received an answer, the woman
picked right back up