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encumbrance.”

      “My darling incarceration.”

      He frowned and sat up straighter. “My beloved shackles.”

      She shifted forward, as if being nearer to him spurred her imaginative efforts. “My handsome millstone.”

      He told himself not to notice how pretty she looked, or think about her rosy lips, or how it would be to have her looking up at him with desire instead of annoyance.

      Or how his traitorous body was responding to her excitement, her appearance and her proximity. “My adorable … punishment.”

      “My wonderful pestilence.”

      “My dearest—”

      “I’ve used that already!” she cried, eyes aglow and full of triumph.

      There seemed only one way to snatch victory from defeat—a way that was simply too tempting to resist.

      He took hold of her face with his gloved hands and kissed her right on the mouth.

      Never had Quintus MacLachlann felt such an immediate, powerful jolt of desire as the one that hit him the moment his lips touched hers. It was like being struck by liquid passion, hot and all-encompassing, enveloping him and filling the air around them.

      He would never have guessed how soft and kissable Esme McCallan’s mouth might be. He’d had no idea how much he’d want to keep kissing her, for as long as he could.

      Or that he wanted to be the only man who ever kissed her.

      But so it was, as he moved his mouth over hers in a hired coach lumbering northward toward Scotland.

      Chapter Three

      Esme had never been so confused and disconcerted in her life.

      Quintus MacLachlann was kissing her and it wasn’t terrible. His mouth was on hers intimately, his lips gently gliding over hers, and she didn’t find the sensation repellent.

      Indeed, it was completely intoxicating, as if she’d imbibed the entire contents of Jamie’s brandy bottle in one gulp.

      She’d never been kissed before. Never once, in all her life. No man had ever wanted to, or dared. Only MacLachlann—the rogue who’d probably kissed a thousand women in his time, and with no more genuine affection than he’d bestow on a horse or dog he found of use.

      Shame and disgust at her own weakness drove Esme backward. Indignation at his bold, disgraceful act followed just as swiftly.

      “How dare you?” she demanded as she retreated to the farthest corner of the coach. “You … you … cur! Don’t you ever do that again! If you do, I shall write to my brother immediately and you’ll never work for him again!”

      Instead of being upset, MacLachlann crossed his arms and regarded her with mild amusement. “I hardly think a simple kiss is cause for such an extreme reaction.”

      His unrepentant, cavalier attitude cut her to the quick—until she realized it was another proof of his degeneracy. “It was a kiss that I did not want, did not invite and did not enjoy. It was also an affront to my dignity, as well as a sign of gross disrespect.”

      The man grinned. “Good God, all that? Was it treason, too?”

      “How would you like it if I reached over and started pawing at you?”

      “Why don’t you try it and we’ll see?”

      She was horrified, appalled, disgusted—and tempted, which was surely wrong and sinful.

      “Or do you fear for your virtue?” he asked. “If so, rest assured you’re the last woman in England I would ever want to seduce.”

      “As if you’d have any hope of succeeding!”

      “Careful, Miss McCallan,” he replied with a leer she wanted to slap off his face. “I like a challenge.”

      “You disgusting, vain oaf! Even the thought of you touching me makes my skin crawl! You are impossible! I should order this coach to turn around at once.”

      The sardonic amusement disappeared from Mac-Lachlann’s face. “Are you forgetting that Jamie is counting on us? Is that how you’d repay him for all he’s done for you? I can’t think of one man in a thousand who’d let his sister take such a place in his life, let alone his business.”

      He was right. Nevertheless, so was she. “Then I must insist that in the future, you treat me with respect, not like one of your dockside dollies.”

      “Although I admit I made an error by acting without warning, I don’t consort with prostitutes,” he said without a hint of remorse or apology. “And if we’re to pass as Augustus and his wife, you had better get used to the occasional spontaneous kiss. The men in my family are known for their passion and public displays of affection. If I don’t ever touch you when we are in public, people will surely wonder why.”

      As if she were that naive. He was just trying to find an excuse for whatever lustful impulse seized him. “I don’t believe you.”

      “Why else would I kiss you?” he countered.

      Since this was Quintus MacLachlann, who enjoyed teasing and tormenting her, it couldn’t be because he found her attractive. There had to be another reason, and she found it. “To silence me in the only way a man of your ilk would, because I was besting you in an argument.”

      His expression told her she’d guessed correctly, which was … No, she wouldn’t find it disappointing. Not when the man who’d kissed her was Quintus MacLachlann.

      And then a slow smile spread across his face. “Which just goes to prove my point. My brother is of the same ilk, Miss McCallan, and he would use the same method to silence his wife in a similar situation.”

      “If that is true,” she sceptically replied, “we should have a signal of some sort, so I can steel myself in preparation for your assaults. Otherwise, I’m liable to recoil in horror.”

      His dark brows lowered and his lips turned down in a frown. “You enjoyed that kiss or you would have stopped me the moment I touched you. Don’t try to deny it. We both know it’s true.”

      It was true, as Esme well knew, yet to acknowledge the veracity of his statement would be to give him the upper hand, and that she would not do. He was, after all, a man and men believed they had every right to rule over women. Moreover, he was a very virile, powerful, confident man whose kiss had completely overwhelmed her reason. She must take care that such a thing never happened again or he would no doubt try to take command of the entire enterprise. And her. “I cannot deny that you have a facility in that regard, MacLachlann, and one I found momentarily interesting. However, I am not like the sort of women with whom you usually consort. I suggest you remember that and give me some sort of indication that you are about to embrace me before you again take such liberties in the name of verisimilitude.”

      MacLachlann folded his arms and regarded her with his usual and infuriating insolence. “How about a wink?”

      “Hardly subtle, although my brother seems to think you are a paragon of discretion.”

      “I am,” he replied. “Otherwise, you would know all about my private life, which you don’t.”

      “I have no wish to know about your private life.”

      Despite her honest response, she couldn’t deny that she’d sometimes wondered where he lived and with whom he passed his leisure time, especially after he’d spent an evening with Jamie and she had heard them laughing in the library. MacLachlann had an attractive laugh, rich and deep and merry.

      “I shall look at you like this,” he said, bringing her back to the present.

      Was it possible for a look to raise one’s body temperature? How else to explain the rush of heat that overtook her as he regarded her with an

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