Noun – Scottish Gaelic
Freedom, salvation, redemption, liberty.
It’s not a concept Charlotte Rose has ever considered.
She’s busted her tail her entire life.
Worked at her doomed marriage
and slaved to build the company she loves.
Work is life.
Love?…yeah, that’s something she’s learned to live without.
Divorced and tired of the fight over her beloved business,
she’s jaded and she knows it.
Charlotte needs a fresh start.
So she packs up and moves across the ocean,
to be with the one solid thing left in her life: Her best friend.
With all her energy focused on what the future holds,
she dives right back into old habits,
throwing herself into work and neglecting life and love.
She has no idea life is choking her until him…
They meet by chance, and now he’s everywhere.
He’s so centered, so calm.
She needs someone to save her from herself.
Redeem her from her past mistakes.
Free her to discover who she really is.
It’s clear that the enigmatic Rhys has found his saorsa.
The question is: Can he help Charlotte find hers?
your number?” he asks, catching my elbow to halt me and then letting it go just
a moment then look back and shake my head. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
tilts his head and studies me for a moment. The crystal blue of his eyes bore
into me, breaking his stare I look over at Louise and Cami.
he implores in his rich whiskey voice. I move my gaze back to him, shaking my
head. “How long are you in town for?”
to stay,” I reply softly.
smile quirks on his lips. “Maybe we will run into each other again then.”
I offer. “If we are meant to be friends, I’m sure the stars will align and we
will meet again.” I was channeling my inner Louise with that line of rubbish. I
have to bite the inside of my lower lip to keep myself from smiling.
very intriguing, Charlotte.”
his lips gives me pause, but I force myself to finish our goodbye. It’s for the
best. This is the first day of my exciting new life, the last thing I want or
need is to get tangled up in a messy break up. “I’ll catch you later,” I say
with finality. Turning to walk away, I try to make a smooth departure but trip
on air. One second I’m falling and the next I’m caught around my waist and
lifted back up to my feet. I don’t even have a second to process what happened
before he speaks.
kitten,” he murmurs close to my ear. “You’ll hurt yourself.”
goose bumps ripple down my arms. I turn around to look at him and our faces are
too close for comfort. I take a step back so that I can breathe. “Thank you,
I’m not usually so clumsy.”
pleasure…What’s your last name?”
for a moment if I want to give him that information, but then it comes unbidden
from my lips. “Rose.”
Rose.” He takes my hand, bending down to kiss my knuckles. “Until we meet
again,” he says softly, and then he turns and walks away.
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