The Witch's Stone Read Online Free
Author: Dawn Brown
me," Caid said. "I'm exhausted and just need my bed."
"Can I no’ bring you some tea, at least?"
"No thank you, Joan. Just my room and a good night’s sleep."
"Aye. Well, it's likely been a long day, and tomorrow longer still."
True enough. Simply thinking of the impending reunion made his heart race.
"The machine will probably be working again come morning." Joan handed him his card. "We’ll try it again then."
"Ta." He slid the card back into his wallet.
"Take the green room. First door on the left. Right then, off you go."
Caid nodded, hoisted his computer bag over his shoulder and lifted his suitcase. After climbing the stairs, he found the first door on the right. He gripped the brass knob and tried to turn, but it resisted. Frowning, he jiggled the handle a bit, and the door swung inward.
Inside, a small lamp glowed softly next to the bed. He dropped his bag and case, and flopped onto the mattress. The room was very pretty and feminine. Though the flowers on the wallpaper and bedspread looked more blue than green to him.
What did he care? The bed was soft and that was all he needed. He toed off his shoes, flipping them from his feet onto the floor, and wriggled up so his head lay nestled in the pile of pillows.
At the sound of a door opening, he sat up. His eyes rounded and the air in his lungs shriveled. Hillary stood in the open doorway to the bathroom, practically naked.
His gaze swept the soft curve her hips, the low dip of her white silk panties then upward to the gentle swell of her breasts peeking out over the edge of her bra. Her hair, still damp from her excursion outside, fell sexy and tousled past her shoulders.
He sat up further, his jeans tight in the crotch and sleep now the furthest thing from his mind. Then he lifted his gaze to hers. Those dark green eyes shone wild and terrified.
Without a word, she slammed the door shut, closing herself in the bathroom. The lock clicked into place.
Bloody hell!
Chapter Three
Hillary’s pulse thundered in her ears as she wrapped herself in a thick, fluffy towel. What the hell was he doing there? She might have thought him mildly attractive, but not enough to want to find him on her bed.
And how had he gotten in? She knew she’d locked the door.
“Hullo?” The man’s muffled voice drifted through the heavy wood door.
She drew in a trembling breath and squared her shoulders, determined to keep it together. “Get out of my room.”
"Yer room?" His voice rose in surprise.
Clearly, the man was deranged. "Yes, my room? Do you think I walk around half-dressed all over the inn?"
"I wondered. This is the room Joan sent me to. The green room."
"This is the blue room. Those flowers are blue. Are you color blind? " Her initial panic was dissolving quickly, annoyance settling in its place.
"I cannae hear you through the door. Come out so we can finish the discussion a reasonable manner.” Even with the thick wood between them, she could hear the laughter in his voice. "You know, you looked lovely the now."
The jerk was baiting her. Daring her. Annoyance turned to anger.
On a deep breath, she flung open the bathroom door and marched over to the dresser. He stood next to the bed, grinning maddeningly. Gritting her teeth, she pulled a pair of gray yoga pants from the drawer and slid them up under the towel. With her anger simmering just below the skin, she kept her back to him and let the towel fall, then tugged on a hooded sweater and zipped it up the front.
"Get out of here," she said, turning to face him.
He chuckled, the sound grating her nerves. "I was only having a wee bit of fun."
"Really? This is fun for you? And I should be having fun, too? Having a man I've only just met catch me practically naked in my own room? One who refuses to apologize and leave. Instead you hover over me--"
"I'm no’ hovering." He had the nerve to sound genuinely offended.
"While I dressed, did you even attempt to avert your
"Can I no’ bring you some tea, at least?"
"No thank you, Joan. Just my room and a good night’s sleep."
"Aye. Well, it's likely been a long day, and tomorrow longer still."
True enough. Simply thinking of the impending reunion made his heart race.
"The machine will probably be working again come morning." Joan handed him his card. "We’ll try it again then."
"Ta." He slid the card back into his wallet.
"Take the green room. First door on the left. Right then, off you go."
Caid nodded, hoisted his computer bag over his shoulder and lifted his suitcase. After climbing the stairs, he found the first door on the right. He gripped the brass knob and tried to turn, but it resisted. Frowning, he jiggled the handle a bit, and the door swung inward.
Inside, a small lamp glowed softly next to the bed. He dropped his bag and case, and flopped onto the mattress. The room was very pretty and feminine. Though the flowers on the wallpaper and bedspread looked more blue than green to him.
What did he care? The bed was soft and that was all he needed. He toed off his shoes, flipping them from his feet onto the floor, and wriggled up so his head lay nestled in the pile of pillows.
At the sound of a door opening, he sat up. His eyes rounded and the air in his lungs shriveled. Hillary stood in the open doorway to the bathroom, practically naked.
His gaze swept the soft curve her hips, the low dip of her white silk panties then upward to the gentle swell of her breasts peeking out over the edge of her bra. Her hair, still damp from her excursion outside, fell sexy and tousled past her shoulders.
He sat up further, his jeans tight in the crotch and sleep now the furthest thing from his mind. Then he lifted his gaze to hers. Those dark green eyes shone wild and terrified.
Without a word, she slammed the door shut, closing herself in the bathroom. The lock clicked into place.
Bloody hell!
Chapter Three
Hillary’s pulse thundered in her ears as she wrapped herself in a thick, fluffy towel. What the hell was he doing there? She might have thought him mildly attractive, but not enough to want to find him on her bed.
And how had he gotten in? She knew she’d locked the door.
“Hullo?” The man’s muffled voice drifted through the heavy wood door.
She drew in a trembling breath and squared her shoulders, determined to keep it together. “Get out of my room.”
"Yer room?" His voice rose in surprise.
Clearly, the man was deranged. "Yes, my room? Do you think I walk around half-dressed all over the inn?"
"I wondered. This is the room Joan sent me to. The green room."
"This is the blue room. Those flowers are blue. Are you color blind? " Her initial panic was dissolving quickly, annoyance settling in its place.
"I cannae hear you through the door. Come out so we can finish the discussion a reasonable manner.” Even with the thick wood between them, she could hear the laughter in his voice. "You know, you looked lovely the now."
The jerk was baiting her. Daring her. Annoyance turned to anger.
On a deep breath, she flung open the bathroom door and marched over to the dresser. He stood next to the bed, grinning maddeningly. Gritting her teeth, she pulled a pair of gray yoga pants from the drawer and slid them up under the towel. With her anger simmering just below the skin, she kept her back to him and let the towel fall, then tugged on a hooded sweater and zipped it up the front.
"Get out of here," she said, turning to face him.
He chuckled, the sound grating her nerves. "I was only having a wee bit of fun."
"Really? This is fun for you? And I should be having fun, too? Having a man I've only just met catch me practically naked in my own room? One who refuses to apologize and leave. Instead you hover over me--"
"I'm no’ hovering." He had the nerve to sound genuinely offended.
"While I dressed, did you even attempt to avert your
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