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He shut her door, skirted around his vehicle, and cli as going on in Ryan McKinley’s investigative mind, but as she bothered by the notion that he’d be leaving soon?
He considered her for awas off in the way he acted As though he had to finish this so he could get to o of the business here so quickly, either What was that all about anyway?
Ryan circled the truck around the drive and then headed toward town
No, it was so sexy, more primal, nize better as going on between the her ability to see as really happening?
Giving up on psychoanalyzing the situation further, she leaned into the seat and srance of new leather She noted the spotless dashboard and awith the limpse the words etched on the medallion, on a brass plate below the name MacKinlay
"What does the motto mean?"
"‘We force no friend; we fear no foe,’ which was the motto for the Clan Farquharson But some say ere associated with the Buchanan clan instead Others say a people nain"
He didn’t say anything further, and she prompted hi of a na about their character that is passed down froeneration"
His mouth curved up a little "Never know Since we had o with Clan Farquharson’s motto McKinley is a variation of MacKinlay Soinated fro ‘fair hero’"
"Fair hero Hiven ‘Son,’ for Mac, ‘of the white warrior’" He waited for her response
She smiled "Seeene that validates the clai of your name"
"I try to live up to the name, toon the seat between thereen plaid ith black and red threads woven in, accentuating it She ran her hand over the soft fabric
"It’s old," Ryan said
"It represents the McKinley clan?"
"Yes It washer ararous lived long lives, thirty years for every year after they reached puberty So his grandfather could very well have fought in clan battles and been a clan chief even Or not He ht have just been a sheepherder, for all she knew She’d read sonext to the descendant of one of those brawny ed, barefooted, and bare… she smiled… bare-assed lanced at her and gave her a suggestion of a smile Her cheeks instantly flushed with heat He winked "You may see visions of the future, but I wish I could read your mind"
Her face heated anew She pushed some of her hair behind an ear and looked out the windshield "What did your grandfather do as an occupation?"
"Fought for the clan, took a mate, raised a passel of kids, and whittled in his spare time"
"Whittled?"
Ryan chuckled "That he did Played the bagpipes, too"
She sighed and touched the blanket on the seat, i what it would be like to fall into one of her rohlander’s hardened body until he slipped it off and settled it on the heather Hand outstretched, he’d offer to take her into his world and show her just how hardy a Highlander could be
Her lips dry, she eeping her tongue over theain "Have you ever been to the Colorado Scottish Festival and Rocky Mountain Highland Games?" she asked wistfully She had loved the place on the one chance she’d had to visit All those Celts dressed in different tartans The ames The food
"To listen to the pipes and druhland co-of-war, and the parade of clans? I’ve participated every year for the past four years"
"Do you win?"
"Every year"
"The truth?"