The redhead … asked me what I intended to do now that my mamaidh was dead and buried?
I just clasped my hands behind my back, mouthed an innocent: what do I intend? and blushed.
‘What would you like do right now, Isla?’ he said, ‘With me? Would you like to kiss me, girl?’
‘I’d like us to…
From Thrill Ride my sensational debut novel out now on Amazon