Nairie
I'm a twenty-three-year-old virgin still living with my parents and working a soul-sucking job. I promise it gets better. The virginity thing and career are a work in progress. I started dating one of the nude models from my art class, so I'm already killing two birds with one stone. Now I can live a little before my parents marry me off to whatever suitor matches their criteria.
Besides, I'm not looking for the perfect guy. He doesn't even exist. I mean, he does, but he doesn't know I exist. It's not like my best friend's hot, older, Scottish half brother is remotely even an option. The one I've been in love with since I was seven. Yeah, not gonna happen. Last time we saw each other, I was sixteen and he was enlisting in the royal service.
I never thought we'd see each other again, but when my best friend's mom passes away and we need help picking up the pieces, he's the first person I call.
William
Since getting out of the special forces, I haven't had a minute to just think. I opened up a bed-and-breakfast in Inverness with my mum, and business has been good, but that's left little room for anything else.
The last thing I need is to be taken away from work, but when I hear about my American half sister's mum passing, I drop everything to help her. Getting her business back on track is the least I can do. I know her best friend, Nairie, has been helping her take care of things.
She was always a nice enough lass and a good friend.
But when the most beautiful woman I've ever seen opens the door, I don't know if I'll ever be able to leave. Nairie is all grown up and as sweet as I remembered. Of course, I'll eventually have to go back to the UK. My life is in Scotland, and there are dangers back home I could never expose her to. But a part of me wishes I was good enough for her, that us being together was worth all the risks.