The Highland Angel

Magic whispered in the crisp Highland air. Damien Douglas stood before the vast ocean, his gold eyes scanning the white waves. "Are ye always up 'ere lad?" the warm bur purred behind him. "Aye…the waves seem to calm me", he responded without turning from the water. "Tis a bonny thing, the sea. Tis where yer mam and I met. Don't worry lad, she's out there somewhere…waiting."

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"McLocklin! Where are you?!" the shrill call interrupting the scene before her. "In the back ! Just finishing up some inventory!" She set the Highlander romance down and quickly grabbed her clipboard. She finished checking off the shoes when the portly Chinese man clamored through the door. "You waste time! Front of store now!" "Yes sir", she squeezed through the door and dashed to the front of the clothing store. "Anything to get away from the boss, eh Cat?" said Beth, her best friend as she stepped behind the counter. "You know me too well, Bethanne Dunning!" she snapped. It was true. Her stout Irish friend did know her better than she knew herself. Catrina McLocklin, assistant manager, aspiring museum conservator and 24 year old virgin, yeah of course her best friend knew her…just about everyone but guys did. She let her mind drift back to the powerful warrior of her every fantasy, Damien Douglas. How she wished she could be the woman he searched endlessly for. Living the same dull life was killing her…slowly. Racing off to Scotland to chase a fictional character was out of the question. Her little sister and sick mother stopped that idea before it could fully form. Not to mention the ever dissolving savings account. As her mind savored these thoughts, the hours passed by as if they were meer seconds. The next thing she knew, she was on the bus home. She turned her attention back to her book then she began to fall.

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Damien turned to head back to Douglas Keep when he heard a lass's cry. "Ahhh!!! Help!" came the call from the cliff. Without a moments thought, his plaid was dangling over the side of the cliff. "Grab hold lass! I'll bring ye up!" When he felt a sudden weight added to the end of his plaid, he hoiseted plaid and all over the edge. The next thing he knew, he was looking into a pair of luscious breasts.

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Pushing herself onto her hands, Catrina realized her tantalizing mistake. She was straddling the most amazing looking man she'd ever seen. Disregarding the sharp jab in her back side and the rather possessive grip on her thighs, she was caught up in the deep gold eyes that matched her green gaze. "Well lass…are ye going to roll over or shall I just push ye down with me?" a smug smile teasing his full kissable lips. His huge hand was pushing up her chin before she realized it was betraying her dropped jaw. He brushed the pad of his thumb along her bottom lip, almost giving into the urge to lick his pesky digit. Her mind snapped into gear with this new information. Scrambling off his body, it dawned on her that the man was completely and utterly naked. Her eyes hopelessly raked his toned body, devouring every glorious inch of him. Her gaze rested on his hips. As his legs shifted unnecessarily, she tore her gaze from his nether regions and returned her flushed gaze to his face. It didn't change anything. His face was as interesting as the rest of him. He seemed to think the same of her. Trying to hide her thoughts from bursting on her face she turned and retrievied her bag which had been flung from her shoulder during the commotion. She turned and planted her hands on her hips, a scowl of defiance on her face.