Hired By My Rich Highland Husband

Chapter 2

Chapter Two

T he ceiling fan wheezed above Rowan MacKay’s head, stirring the stagnant July air without cooling it. She slouched over her laptop in the faux leather armchair. Highland midges battered themselves senseless against the B her second was to run faster. She turned. And there he was, like a shadow against the looming castle: the most furiously beautiful man she’d ever seen.

She knew that face.

And it looked angry. Very, very angry.

Maxwell Drummond was a lot taller in person, his imposing presence filled the space between them like storm clouds. His eyes, grey as the castle walls, fixed on her with an intensity that made her skin prickle.

Well, fuck.