She peeked inside.
His naked chest registered with her firstâchiseled with hard muscles. Next, she saw his feetâhanging off the end of the bed. Then she noticed how the sheet rested low on his hips.
Oh, God, heâs naked under there!
But she couldnât turn away. She liked hair on a manâs chest and Ramsay had the perfect amount trailing downward to the edge of the sheet.
His eyes opened halfway. âCould you think a little quieter? I have a wee bit of a headache.â He didnât pull the sheet up. Either his near-nudeness didnât embarrass him or he didnât know that he was giving her quite a show.
She stood there, feasting her eyes on the rest of him. Even the angry scar on his arm was sexy. He really was a Scottish god.
He seemed to rouse more, studying her for a long moment. âAre ye wanting to join me? I can make room.â He slid toward the wall and the sheet slipped farther south.
She put her hands up. âI was just wondering if you were up yet.â
âIâm getting there,â he drawled.
Thatâs when she saw his growing interest poke at the sheet. Her cheeks burned.
âIâll be waiting downstairs for you.â She backed out of the door quickly, but couldnât help taking one more peek. The man was beautiful, and infuriating, and laughing at her.
âCome back, lass,â he called out. âI
need
yere assistance.â
âNot on your life.â She spun around and found she had an audience. One of the innâs guests was in their doorway, giving her a blurry-eyed stare. âSorry about the noise,â she mumbled, and headed downstairs, rattled that sheâd been caught lusting over her driver.
Too soon Ramsay joined her. She was afraid to look at him, afraid she might be visualizing that chest of his all over again.
She sipped her tea and grabbed an oatcake from thecontainer set out for the innâs guests. She couldnât help herself. âIsnât the day half over to you fishermen?â
Ramsay went to the coffee carafe and poured himself a mugâno sugar, no cream, no response to her jab. He gulped it down.
She opened her day planner and pulled out the image of her grandmotherâs quilt, laying her hand over it while she studied her itinerary on the other side. Then she looked up at him. âYou donât look well.â
âIâll be grand. Why are ye so perky this morning?â His eyes dropped to her chest.
He was goading her and she was going to give it right back to him.
She stood and spun in a circle with her arms wide. âSo?â She waited for the compliment, testing him. She knew her navy shorts and cute sandals were very feminineâfun and flirty. But it was her fitted striped sailorâs top that should have been sexy as hell to a fisherman.
Ramsay shook his head, apparently not taking the bait. He motioned to the computer in the corner. âI glanced at yere website last night.â
âReally? What did you learn?â
âYou know where ye give tips to yere clients? You should add something about how
unattractive
it is for women to fish for compliments.â
âVery funny.â She wouldâve lobbed her oatcake at his head, but heâd probably tell her to add
throwing food
to her Must Not Do list. âSo did you find any of my suggestions helpful?â
âItâs not ladylike to hound a man when heâs a little under the weather.â He seemed to be perplexed. âIt was loud in here last night. Really loudâhow can you be so painfully chipper this morning?â
âI feel renewed and rejuvenated. Iâm confident weâre going to sign up three bachelors today.â
â
Weâre
not,â he groused.
âOkay, but
I
am.â She looked in his eyes. âAre you sure you feel up to driving today?â
âWas that an offer to go back to bed?â He held her gaze as he took another drink of his