My Seductive Highlander by Maeve Greyson Page A

green eyes so wide and dark he thought he’d surely drown in their depths. He leaned in closer, mesmerized by her parted lips, their soft pinkness bidding him to steal a wee taste of her seductive sweetness.
    “Crap on crackers!” Metal clanged, a heavy door slammed, and smoke filled the far end of the kitchen.
    Whirling out of Graham’s reach, Lilia scooted across the room. “Are you all right? What did you do?”
    Vivienne bobbed up and down between the stove, the floor, and the sink, plucking up black smoking bits of bread with a set of tongs and flinging them into the sink. “Run some water on those damn things before they burst into flames.” She waved the tongs toward Graham and Angus. “Open the windows and the doors before the fire alarm goes off.”
    “What the hell is a fire alarm?” Angus yanked open the back door, propping it open with a brick.
    “I dinna ken.” Graham studied the latch of the kitchen window for a moment, thumbed it free then shoved the window open. He grabbed a towel and fanned away the smoke.
    “Well, shit.” Vivienne tossed the tongs in the sink and scowled down at the ruined bread. “So much for a homemade breakfast.” She wiggled her fingers toward Angus then jerked her head toward the door. “Come on, handsome. How do ye feel about comin’ with me? We’ll run and fetch breakfast for everyone.”
    Angus visibly swallowed hard then wiped his palms against his plaid. “When ye say run…do ye mean
run
or are ye suggesting we travel in one of those gut-wrenchin’ monstrosities?”
    Vivienne laughed as she scooped the strap of her purse up over one shoulder. “The bakery is just around the corner and it’s a beautiful day. We can walk.”
    Angus’s face lit up and he bobbed his head. Gallantly extending his arm, he politely bowed. “Aye then, allow me, m’lady. ’Twould be me honor to escort ye.”
    Giggling as she pecked a kiss against Lilia’s cheek, Vivienne winked at Graham. “We won’t hurry back. I’m sure you two have a lot to chat about.”
    Graham nodded. Wise lass, this woman was. “Aye. That we do.”
    As Vivienne and Angus left the kitchen, Lilia shot Graham a
go to hell
look that made him laugh out loud. He held out a hand and nodded toward the table. “Come now, lass. Let us sit and get to know one another better.”
    Lilia pointedly brushed past his hand and padded back to the cups she’d lined up on the counter. “How do you like your coffee?” She pulled a pitcher free of the strange silver machine and poured the ominous-looking black liquid into two of the cups.
    “Coffee?” Graham repeated. The stuff looked like pitch, a bit on the watery side but pitch just the same. He pulled out a chair from the table and eased down into it. “I canna say that I’ve ever had such a drink.”
    Lilia set two steaming cups on the table then yanked open the door to an enormous silver box filled with an unearthly light and racks full of colorful items. Some things he recognized—most of them, he did not.
    Lilia emerged with a tiny pitcher no bigger than her hand. She set it on the table beside a matching covered bowl and metal spoon. “Then you’re in for a treat. I’ll doctor your coffee like Granny used to do mine when I was a little girl.”
    Graham watched with interest as Lilia poured what looked to be cream into the black liquid, turning it a swirling, rich caramel color. Then she added two heaping spoonfuls of a granular-looking powder and stirred. She smiled as she eased the cup toward him. “Try it. It’s just like Granny used to make.”
    Graham cautiously sipped the steaming concoction, pleasantly surprised at the sweet creamy taste. He returned the cup to the table in front of him. “Verra nice, indeed. I thank ye.” The silence of the kitchen stretched into long uncomfortable minutes.
Lore a’mighty, what should I say to the lass to win her?
He knew how to charm his way into a lass’s bed, but he’d be damned if he knew how to claim a