quickly.
Swimming back toward land, he let out a groan. Standing at the edge was Noreen. She held his plaid with a smile that would call forth to any man.
He stood, the water barely covering his groin. “I would suggest ye leave, now.”
She gave him an even broader smile. “Och, Alastair, but here I have come to help dry ye off.”
His cock betrayed him. Yet, his mind screamed at him. In the open for anyone to see. Chains of marriage for sure.
Breathing deeply, he placed his hands on his hips. “I think I can take care of that myself.”
“Oooh, let me watch.”
His cock hardened more. Scanning the area, he willed himself to relax. “I can stay here all day…and all night. Can ye?”
She swung her hips back and forth. “Most surely.”
“Then it shall be a test of wills, or until your father finds us. I, for one, am not ready to marry.” There, he had stated what he should have eons ago.
Noreen blinked. “Who said anything about marriage?” She dropped his wrap and proceeded to start undressing.
What was she doing ? If it were anyone else, he would have stormed out of the water and quickly taken her. However, his instincts told him otherwise, and they were never wrong.
“Lugh’s balls!” Splashing his way toward the shore, he stomped past her, grabbing his wrap and boots. He noticed her eyes going wide and her mouth hung open.
“Have a nice swim,” he growled, as he continued to walk quickly away from her.
When he was no longer within her sight, he took his wrap, draping it around his body, and then put on his boots. He wondered if his men had any objections with never coming back here again to trade. In truth, he realized it would be a good time to turn his interests elsewhere. Scotland? There were only a couple of royal burghs and they could avoid those. He pondered this new idea as he made his way back.
“Aye, after Dunnyneill, we shall forge ahead on a new course.”
Chapter Six
“A thorn will cause ye to bleed. However, the truth will tear your heart to shreds.”
Standing at the edge of the dig, Fiona hugged her backpack. She wasn’t the only one Rory had brought. A few others from the university had come along. They stood in awe at the sight before them—all eager to get started.
She glanced over her shoulder as Rory came walking up the hill.
He smiled at them. “Good morning. Each of you will be with an expert. They will show you exactly the area you will be working in today. If you have any questions, please don’t hesitate to ask. In fact, we encourage your enthusiasm and insight. You might see something we have overlooked.”
Moving past the group, Rory grabbed a clipboard. “Trina you will be working with Cory. Zack with Patrick, and Mike with Liz. And Fiona, you will be with me.”
“Are we here for just the day?” asked Trina.
“No,” he replied. “All week. Will it conflict with anyone’s schedule?”
“It might,” responded Fiona. “I have to get the results of my translation to the board by mid-week.”
Rory frowned. “My understanding was the translation was completed.”
“They are, somewhat. I wanted to check a few more records before handing in my report.”
“Perhaps you should give Professor Thompson a call. He told me it’s completed. If you feel there is more work to be done, then I’ll excuse you from the dig.” Rory moved away, leading the others toward the site.
Fiona stood there fuming. How did the professor get a hold of the translation? Did he look at her notes on the desk? This wasn’t the first time something like this had happened. Just when she thought she was on the verge of something, he would mention her work was finished.
“Damn!” Dumping her backpack on the ground, she reached inside for her cell phone. After being transferred to voice mail, she left a brief message for him to get back to her. She also explained there was still work to be done on the tablet. Shoving the cell phone back into her backpack, she let out
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