Welcome back for another Section Sunday! Today's snippet is from my Work-In-Progress (WIP), Broken Road. It's set in my favorite fictional Scottish Highland village of Glenhalish. The story is a contemporary romance between Catriona MacGregor and Ewan MacDougall. Catriona, or Cat as she prefers, is the best friend of Ewan's sister. They've all grown up together and she's loved him for as long as she can remember. Of course, he doesn't have a clue. I hope you enjoy!
Cat drifted out the back door of the Kierlain House and wandered through the path to Glenhalish proper. The sunrays warmed her skin and the fleeting breeze brushed her hair over her shoulders. At the start of her day, when she first decided to bake him a cake, it had sounded like a grand idea. Now, though, her nerves tightened a bit more with each footstep toward his door.
“Don’t be daft,” she mumbled to herself. “It’s only a cake.” It wasn’t like she’d barge into his home and strip down to the black silk bra and panties covering the very parts of her she wished he’d….Cat jerked to a halt. For the first time in ages, she worried. Should she keep walking and bring the cake home? If she followed through with her plan would she say something or do something daft?
What if….what if he rejected her?
“Nonsense.” She shook her head and started her feet again. “I’m smarter than that. I’ve been doing this sort of thing for years. It’s perfectly natural.”“What’s perfectly natural?” A deep voice reached out from behind her. Pebbles crunched under his feet as the man in question joined her at her side.
Her body tingled as the scent of him enveloped her. "Nothing. I’m just talking to myself.” Casual, Catriona. She steered her gaze to him and drank in the sight of him. Dark clothes, knapsack easily dangling from one shoulder and that crooked smile.
“That’s not a good sign, Cat.”
“Well, it hasn’t been a problem yet. And besides, sometimes I get the best answers that way. Where are you coming from?”
“Work. Where are you going?”
To tempt you into a kiss. “I was heading to your house.”
“Aye? And why is that?”
She held up the plate. “I brought you a cake.”
Outside his fence, Ewan stopped. “A cake.”
One eye narrowed. “What do you want?”