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middle of Desmond’s back, claws sinking into his flesh. Mershan’s head snapped up, colliding hard with Doc’s pointy chin at the same time Doc stepped on a stray jawbreaker. The older man’s foot went high above his shoulders, his kilt swirling about his hips.
    “That answers the question of what a Scotsman wears under there,” Willie sniggered.
    Callum, Willie, Innis, Ian, Angus, Michael, Gordon, Wee Gordie and Robbie gawked, poking each other with their elbows, as they eyed the two men sprawled over B.A. she fought the inclination to take the broom to them.
    Flexing his paws at the small of the insensate Desmond’s back, Dudley settled down to take a nap.
    Angus admonished, “B.A., you shameless hussy, look what you did! If Sean had listened to me and beaten you regularly, none of this’d be happening. Being a Montgomerie, did he listen?”
    “Angus, you ken Montgomeries never listen to anyone,” Innis reiterated, with a twinkle in his brown eyes.” Ashamed you should be, B.A. Not enough to kill the Outlander again, you go and murder poor Doc as well. What are we supposed to do come time to worm the sheep?”
    Scathing retorts ran through B.A.‘s mind. But, tongue-tied from being kissed senseless, she’d futz up delivery, giving the eegits another giggle at her expense. That annoyance paled compared to how furious she was at Mershan for making her feel things she’d kept locked away all these years. Her body vibrated—one aching keen of need—and if she wasn’t pinned beneath two deadweights, she’d have kicked him for it!
    “Blethering pelicans! Get… them… off… me!” B.A. shoved at Mershan’s shoulders. He was limp. With Doc draped over his legs, she was unable to extricate herself, though Dudley seemed content with the situation.
    Robbie continued the teasing. “Let’s consider, lass. With Doc cold-cocked, we blethering pelicans hesitate to do anything to make this mess you created worse. Doc might not be much—being a critter doctor and all—but he’s the only medical-type person we have on the isle. Any of you ken what to do for a concussion?”
    All eyes swept to the others, then back to her, followed by murmurs of, “No.”
    Innis leaned forward. “What’s that you’re muttering, B.A.? Speak up, my hearing ain’t what it used to be.”
    Callum mimed a straight face. “Best you not hear our B.A. behaving unladylike. Ashamed The Montgomerie’d be, lass, you murdering people and cussing a blue streak.”
    Angus clucked his tongue and shook his finger. “What our lass needs is a braw lad to take her in hand, to stop these ball-ups.”
    “Aye,” echoed the glee club. “That’s what she needs.”
    B.A.‘s eyes locked on Michael, being the nearest. “If you dunna get them off me—”
    “You’ll what?” he taunted. “A lass in your position should be more polite. Like, saying please . It’s them bloody Yank ways coming out in you.”
    “Michael, if I get my hands on you—”
    He waggled a finger, imitating Angus. “Careful, lass.”
    Innis chimed, “You’re wasting breath, cautioning Herself . Montgomeries never listen.”
    A feral growl began deep within B.A. as she shoved with all her might. Her snarl shifted into a stream of Gaelic curses when she couldn’t budge either man.
    Eyes wide, Wee Gordie gasped, “What she said! Mum’d wash your mouth out with soap, B.A.!”
    Michael grinned. “Lass, you’re not going anywhere unless we hear the secret word.” He put his hand to his ear, waiting for her to beg.
    B.A. grabbed at the long strands of his hair with her free hand. Michael jerked back. “No male on this isle is daft
    enough to get close when you’ve a mad on. You’re a Montgomerie after all. What’s that you say, lass? By chance did I hear…?”
    B.A. closed her eyes, and the word came out on another big cat growl: “Please!”

Chapter 3
    “Here?” B.A. gasped, hurriedly tying the sash on her robe.
    She’d barely peeled off her sticky clothes