"It wouldn't be appropriate," she countered, though her heart was drumming a frantic rhythm against her ribs.
Isla swallowed hard. She had come to Scotland for a fresh start, a quiet job in archives and administration. She hadn't expected her boss to be a modern-day Chieftain who looked like he’d just stepped out of an 18th-century epic. "And what is it you want?" she whispered.
As the Highland rain began to lash against the glass, Isla realized the high-rise office was just a different kind of battlefield—and she was already losing her heart to the most dangerous man in Scotland.