The Scotsman: Prequel
by Laura Hart
Available November 11th from Blushing Books
Ria—a Southern girl from Raleigh who studied design in Philadelphia and stayed in New Jersey to work. Now she’s thinking maybe it’s time to move back home.
Andrew—a Scottish architect who came to America for a few years with his parents when he was young and then stayed when tragedy struck. Maybe the time has come to return to his roots.
Ria, a free spirit, and Andrew, a disciplined Scotsman. What happens when they meet and realize they’ve unexpectedly found that elusive ‘other’ they’ve each been wishing for?
Publisher’s note: Enjoy this sweet romantic short story which is just the beginning of a journey into a blissful life of domestic discipline for this feisty Southern girl, and the dominant Scottish man of her dreams.
There was another area in which word of Andrew MacNeil had spread quickly, too, and that was the world of eligible women. He frequently received calls from ones he’d never even met, and he wasn’t quite sure how he felt about that. He was a healthy man in his early thirties, so of course he was interested in dating, but he was still traditional enough to want to do the calling himself. He knew that by today’s standards, especially in the northeast part of the country, his ideas were old-fashioned, but he couldn’t help it. That was how he felt. A woman calling him out of the blue and asking him out wasn’t a total deal-breaker, but it did start things off on a question mark for him. The problem was that he rarely met a woman who made him want to make the first move himself beyond maybe having a drink together.
As if to illustrate the situation, his phone buzzed, and when he answered it, he heard the honeyed tones of an unknown woman. “Is this Andrew?”
“Aye. Can I help you?”
“Oh, I hope so. I’ve been told you’re an excellent remedy for what ails a single woman.”
Andrew blinked in disbelief and then smiled to himself. He didn’t even know this woman’s name and she was already putting the make on him.
“I guess that depends on the ailment,” he replied, playing along as he sat down in his desk chair and reached for his coffee.
“Well, my ailment is that I’m in need of a handsome man for Saturday evening,” she continued, her voice throaty and sexy. “I’ve been told that you’re both, in spades.”
“A man and handsome.” She gave a sultry laugh. “What do you say?”
Andrew was amused by her bluntness, but he still found it hard to believe that women got their dates in such a way. “I have a couple questions of my own first.”
“Fine. Ask whatever you want.”
“What’s your name, what’s the occasion Saturday, and how did you get my name?”
“That’s three, which is one more than a couple, but I’ll answer anyway. My name is Lydia Forbes, there’s a new restaurant I’m dying to try, and your name is no secret among single women. And probably among some married ones, too.” She gave another small laugh at her last statement.
“Well, Lydia, where do you live?”
“Oh, I’ll meet you there. Do we have a date?” “Only if you let me buy dinner.”
“But I asked you,” she protested.
“I know, but those are my terms.”
There was a slight pause, but then Lydia reluctantly agreed and gave him the time and place, after which they rang off. Andrew sat there a minute, shaking his head slightly. If they’d already met once or even had a friend in common, he could better understand her calling him, but to call out of nowhere, sight unseen? He thought briefly about Elise Fraser and couldn’t remotely imagine her making a call like that.