She won’t be working tonight. She has Hannah. x
I’ll be damned if her and Hamish push me out of my own pub.
Ok, if you’re sure. xoxo
People in Aviemore talk. Me being there with another woman is bound to get back to Ainsley. But I’m set on the plan. And I can’t wait to see Katie again.
Great. Pick you up at 7pm xoxo
The Scottish weather is in full blown tantrum when I reach Katie’s cottage. Rain pelts from all sides. My knuckles turn white on the steering wheel, holding it steady.
The little red door opens, and out she comes, wrapped up in a huge jacket and hood. She half runs in her heels down the path; one catches between the slabs—she trips spectacularly.
I’m out of the car in seconds. Rain hammers off my back, straight through my shirt, as I haul her upright.
“Bloody hell, woman! Do you ever stay on your feet?”
She laughs, breathless. “Certainly not. I especially like when you have me on my back, Major.”
Heat sears my spine, every part of me tensing, the promise enticing.
I roll my eyes, attempting to look severe, and failing miserably.
With my hand firmly on her back, I guide her to the car, then lean across to buckle her in.
“We don’t want any more accidents,” I whisper in her ear.
She smells like warm skin and rainwater. My cock reacts like a traitor. She kisses my cheek, soft and casual. I drag myself to my seat before I drag her back into the house.
The drive is quiet but charged. Needing to touch her, I take her hand, dropping it on my lap. Her fingers slide over the bulge in my jeans. She owns me already.
The Coorey Inn is always packed. We call it our local pub in Aviemore for a reason. All the local teams are based here?darts, dominoes, football, and shinty.
If you’re feeling lonely, this is where you come to get some company. I would say the bar staff are friendly, but now, I hate most of them. Over-friendly with each other is probably the best description.
Katie and I enter the pub together. She drops my hand as soon as we step across the threshold. I signal to a booth in the corner, and she nods. Her throat bobbing; she’s nervous.
“What would you like to drink?” I ask.
“White wine, please.”
“Sure, you grab that booth. I’ll get the drinks.”
As I stride up to the bar, Hamish’s eyes are on me, curious. For a minute, he just stares, uneasy with my presence, then his eyes move to Katie.
“New woman?” he says with a smirk. “Dating already?”
I glare. “None of your business. Katie’s my friend. Keep your nose out of it. And considering you had your dick in my wife’s mouth while I was serving our country, don’t imagine your opinion means a damn thing.”
His nostrils flare. “Bit old for you, isn’t she?”
My fist twitches. “Are you going to serve me? Or stand there flapping your gums?”
He lifts his chin stubbornly. “What do you want?”
“White wine and a pint of Fosters.”
He pours our drinks in silence, takes my money, and doesn’t give me any change. Bastard.