The Scot. Lyn Stone
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“What are you doing?”
Susanna yelped, jerking her head around so fast she slung a shower of water out of her long wet hair. She scrunched the thick toweling closer, hastily covering as much of her as possible. “Get out of here!”
Her husband leaned against the door frame, biting back a grin. It shone like devilment in his eyes as his gaze traveled the length of her. “Pardon the intrusion,” he said, so insincerely she wished she had something to throw at him.
Fortunately for him, she had nothing near enough but the bar of soap on the ledge. She was tempted. “Get out of here immediately!”
One shoulder shrugged. “You’ve seen me in the natural state. Turnabout’s fair, eh?” He paused while he looked his fill.
Susanna shivered. Her teeth chattered. She was not that cold at the moment. But she was furious…!
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Lyn Stone
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This book is in memory of my father, Harlan Perkins, who allowed me to make my own decisions, congratulated me when they were right and never said, “I told you so” when they were wrong.
Contents
Chapter One
Edinburgh, 1856
James Garrow slowly rotated his second tankard of ale with a thumb and forefinger as he mentally tallied