so the landlord doesn’t normally rent out rooms for the night.’
Andi blinked. ‘And the good news…?’ she prompted warily.
He grimaced. ‘He does have a bedroom he can let us use for the night. It’s his daughter’s bedroom, but she’s away at university at the moment.’
Andi moistened dry lips. ‘A bedroom—singular…?’
‘Bedroom, singular,’ Linus confirmed, his eyes narrowed.
‘You aren’t suggesting the two of us share that bedroom?’ Andi frowned across the room at him, those chocolate-brown eyes gleaming with indignation.
Linus scowled darkly at Andi’s obvious dismay at the mere suggestion they might have to share a bedroom for the night. What the hell did she think he was going to do, ravish her as soon as they were alone in the bedroom together?
Not that it was an altogether unacceptable idea when Andi was looking so damned beautiful; Linus just didn’t like the obvious implication that he couldn’t keep his hands—or any other part of his anatomy!—to himself.
His gaze narrowed. ‘You would prefer that we go back out into the snow instead and try to look for somewhere that has two bedrooms available?’
‘No, of course not.’ She snapped her irritation. ‘But—it—you could always sleep down here,’ she added hopefully.
Apart from the armchair Linus was sitting in, there was only one other, and then bench seats and diningroom chairs placed about the empty tables.
He shook his head. ‘I prefer the comfort of a bed. I have no objections to you sleeping down here if that’s what you want to do,’ he added harshly as Andi’s frown deepened. ‘Of course, the landlord might think that a little strange, as he seems to have assumed that we’re a couple.’
‘Then you can just unassume him!’ The hand not holding the whisky glass clenched into a fist at Andi’s side. ‘I am not sharing a bedroom with you, Linus,’ she repeated firmly.
‘What is your problem, Andi?’ Linus barked impatiently.
‘I—you—we…’ Andi gave an incredulous shake of her head, totally panicked—aware of him as she was—at the thought of sharing a bedroom with Linus. ‘You’re my boss. I work for you!’
His eyes glittered mockingly. ‘And that precludes us sharing a bedroom?’
‘According to you, yes!’ she reminded him a little more desperately than she would have wished. ‘You don’t get involved with your female employees, remember?’
‘Sharing a bedroom doesn’t mean we’re involved.’
‘It doesn’t mean we’re uninvolved, either!’
Linus’s gaze moved over her in slow appraisal. ‘I’ll keep my hands to myself if you will.’
‘This is so—so ungentlemanly of you!’
Linus shrugged, unconcerned. ‘I don’t remember ever claiming to be a gentleman.’
‘Just as well!’ she breathed frustratedly. ‘You—’
‘We’ll talk about this later, Andi,’ Linus snapped, and turned questioningly to the landlord as he bustled back into the room.
‘The missus already had some broth simmering in the pot,’ the elderly man announced with satisfaction. ‘She’s put some bread in to bake to go with it while she goes upstairs to make the bed.’
It felt good to hear the faint Scottish burr in the other man’s voice, making Linus realize how much he missed his homeland and the warmth of its people.
Linus had left Scotland years ago, of course, having accepted that he could either remain a big fish in a small pond or become an even bigger fish in a much bigger pond by moving to London and investing his money in property there. He had never regretted making that move—how could he when it had made him his fortune? But just hearing the Scottish accent again reminded him that this was still his home.
‘How long do you expect this blizzard to last?’ Andi was the one to question the landlord tightly.
‘Och, this is no a blizzard,’ the elderly man assured her indulgently as he heard her English accent. ‘This is no but a bit of a flurry.’
Andi’s eyes widened. A bit of a flurry…God help them if it should turn into a blizzard!
‘Sassenach,’ Linus confided in the other man dryly.
Andi had absolutely no idea what that word meant, but she felt sure from the condescending smile that passed between the two men that it must be something derogatory. She gave Linus a censorious frown before turning back to the landlord. ‘How long is this flurry expected to last, then?’
‘No more than a couple of days,’ he said dismissively.
‘A couple of days?’ Andi echoed with dismay as visions of herself and Linus marooned here for two days—and nights—popped unbidden into her head.
‘A blizzard usually lasts a week or more.’ The landlord nodded, unconcerned.
‘How…reassuring,’ Andi murmured weakly as she dropped down into the armchair opposite Linus’s—a mockingly amused Linus if the taunting laughter in those pale, green eyes was anything to go by.
Andi could find nothing about this situation that was in the least amusing. How could she, when just the thought of sharing a bedroom with Linus made her feel weak at the knees? Especially so after the intimacy of his earlier remarks.
‘I’ll just go and check on your food,’ the landlord murmured nervously after shooting unhappy glances at Andi and Linus as their gazes remained locked in silent battle.
Andi sat forward in her chair once the two of them were alone. ‘Linus, you really can’t be serious about the two of us staying here and sharing a bedroom?’
Linus shrugged out of the warmth of his jacket before answering her. ‘I’m open to any other suggestions you might have. Viable ones,’ he added warningly as Andi would have spoken. He raised mocking brows as he settled back into his chair. ‘Just because I’m a man and you’re a woman does not mean I’m going to pounce on you as soon as we’re alone in a bedroom together!’
Her cheeks flushed. ‘I never imagined that it did.’
‘Perhaps you think you might be tempted to pounce on me?’
Her eyes narrowed. ‘Linus.’
‘Andi?’ he came back challengingly.
Once again Andi’s chaotic thoughts were brought to an abrupt halt as instead she eyed Linus uncertainly, the dangerous glitter of his gaze enough to tell her she would be unwise to pursue this particular subject at the moment.
The whole idea of her and Linus sharing a bedroom for the night was unwise…
She drew in a ragged breath. ‘This is all
