Chapter Six
Gabriel set off, with Paige by his side. It stunned him how easily they got along.
’Twas a feeling he rather fancied. Mayhap overmuch.
Already his thoughts ran dark at her leaving.
For nearly two hours, they walked the halls of Gorloch. At every little thing, no matter how insignificant Gabriel thought it to be, Paige’s eyes shone with blinding excitement. She claimed to love old things.
Gabriel banked that fact to memory. He had to be the oldest thing she’d ever encountered.
When they’d explored nearly the entire keep, Gabriel headed to the one special place—indoors, that is—he thought Paige would love best.
“Where are you taking me?” she asked.
Gabriel glanced down at her and wagged his brows. “The east tower.”
Paige’s face turned white and she slowed her steps. “I don’t think I want to go to the place you died,” she said quietly.
Gabriel looked at her and shook his head. “Nay, lass. That happened in the west tower.” He bent his head forward. “It would bother you so much to see it?” He himself never ventured there anymore. ’Twas full of bad memories, or worse—no memories at all.
Paige pushed her hands into the pockets of her jeans and nodded. She looked up at him and held his gaze for a handful of seconds, those purple-m ooned eyes boring into his. “Yes, it would bother me a lot.”
A lump formed in Gabriel’s throat and he swallowed past it. “I canna recall anyone being bothered by it in quite some time, lass,” he said.
They walked in comfortable silence until they reached the hidden steps leading upward. Gabriel gave a curt nod toward the single, narrow door. “In you go,” he instructed.
Paige lifted one brow, then opened the door. It creaked and groaned on old hinges, and she peered into the blackened stair-well. “Gosh, it’s dark in there.” She turned around. “Spiders?”
Gabriel grinned. “Mayhap. Craigmire doesna go up here much anymore. Bad knees.” He inclined his head. “Grasp the rope there as you climb, and hold on tightly.” Christ, if the girl fell he’d in no way be able to stop her.
She did as he asked, and began the ascent. “It’s so dark in here,” she whispered.
“I’ll move ahead of you.” Gabriel did, and remained as close as he could without Paige passing through him. “Better?” he asked, and glanced down at her.
“Much,” she said, and Gabriel could easily see her blush.
At the top, he inclined his head. “Open this door and I’ll meet you on the other side.” With that, he sifted through the aged wood and waited.
Paige felt her mouth slide open as she watched the sexy ghost disappear right through the door. Three days ago, she wouldn’t have ever entertained the thought of anything like sexy medieval spirits existing.
Now? The man consumed her every thought.
She’d never admit it.
“Paige MacDonald?” Gabriel called from the other side. “I’m waiting.”
Smiling to herself, Paige drew a deep breath, opened the door and peeked inside.
A gasp escaped her. She couldn’t help it. The room’s beauty stunned her.
The beauty of the man perched on the sill in front of eight adjoining picture windows stunned her even more.
A corner tower, the windows started at hip height and rose ten feet.
Eight panels in all, there was an unobstructed view of the land surrounding Gorloch.
Although still gray and furiously storming outside, the brightness of the sheets of snow illuminated the chamber in a strange, surreal sort of light.
The sills were wide planks of polished wood—wide enough for a person’s backside to sit and stare outside.
A cavernous fireplace stood at the far end of the tower room, and floor-to-ceiling shelves filled with books stood at the other.
And before the windows was a long, plush sectional sofa made of dark, buttery-soft leather.
Several pillows in various dark colors were thrown casually atop the cushions.
And her warrior sat staring. Smiling.
Her warrior?
A smile pulled at her mouth, just looking at Gabriel. He looked pleased with himself, as though he’d just given her the most precious of gifts. She knew she didn’t have a poker face. Her appreciation probably stretched from one corner of her mouth to the other.
“I take it you like the view?”
Paige stared. His legs were spread in a totally guy fashion, big-booted feet braced against the floor as Gabriel sat on the sill.
His rugged red-a nd-black plaid—he pronounced it played—draped easily over his chiseled frame, and long dark hair hung over each broad, bare shoulder.
His arms were crossed over his muscled chest, and those intriguing tattoos encircling both rocky biceps caught her eye, as well as the laced leather cuffs at each wrist. The hilt of his enormous sword poked up from behind him, where he kept it sheathed in a long, laced leather scabbard.
When her eyes finally rested on his face, her insides did a flip.
Those intense green eyes, framed by the longest, blackest lashes she’d ever seen on a man, held tightly on to hers.
A dusting of dark stubble grazed Gabriel’s cut jaw, and the most luscious lips she’d ever noticed on a man pulled up at both corners, making the dimples in his cheeks pit deeply.
All in all, the man seriously did it for her.
“Paige? The view?” he said, his voice low and deep.
Slowly, and with more courage than she ever thought to muster up before, Paige walked closer. Her eyes didn’t leave Gabriel’s once. “Breathtaking.”
“Aye,” he answered, a distinct twinkle in his eye. His gaze traveled slowly to her feet, then even slower back to her gaze. “I have to agree wholeheartedly wi’ you, Paige MacDonald.”
Paige stopped before him, smiled, then looked away, the heat of embarrassment making her courage quickly disappear.
Gabriel chuckled lightly, then cleared his throat.
He pointed out the large window they sat before.
“If you peer hard enough through all that blasted snow, you’ll find the pond.
’Tis frozen through and through by now. And just there”—he pointed farther to the right—“is a woodland path that Craigmire’s wife takes on her mornin’ walks.
” He smiled. “Like a sprite, she is, fast movin’ and full of life for such an old gel.
” He grinned down at Paige. “The kirk ruins are along the path. ’Tis quite somethin’ in the summer when the wildflowers and greenery grow lush all through it. ”
Though the landscape was covered in white, the tall Scots pines rose tall and mighty over the drifts and rock. She could vaguely see the outline of the pond. “It’s all so beautiful,” she said in a whisper, more for herself than for Gabriel. She looked at him and smiled.
“Indeed it is,” he answered in that deep, soft brogue. His eyes searched hers. “I’ve got to know more about you, Paige MacDonald. Whilst you slept I thought of nothing else.”
She swallowed past the lump in her throat, and then she gave another nervous smile.
“What’s so funny?” he asked, and drew closer.
“I think I could listen to you talk all day,” she confessed.
His grin widened. “You fancy my speech, aye?”
Paige nodded and shifted on the sill. “I like the way your about sounds like aboot, and the way your R’s roll. It’s a beautiful accent.”
He gave a light chuckle. “Then I shall endeavor to speak until you fall asleep this eve.” He gave a mock-stern look. “But only after you’ve answered several of my questions. Agreed?”
Paige smiled and gave a nod. “All right.”
Inclining his head, Gabriel rose. “To the sofa then?”
“Aye, to the sofa.”
Gabriel’s booming laugh echoed through the tower room.
They settled onto the sofa, with just enough space apart that Gabriel’s thigh and hers didn’t touch. They faced the mammoth panels of windows, and Paige rested her head back against the plush leather cushion. “Okay, I’m ready.”
Without missing a beat, Gabriel began. “Why have you no man, Paige?”
She turned her head and looked; she saw the sincere question in his ghostly green eyes. Her face and neck immediately heated up, and inside, she cringed. “It hasn’t been my choice, you know,” she said softly. “I guess I’m just not one of those types of girls.”
“What type?” he asked.
She shrugged. “The ones guys radar in on. Flirtatious, sexy, easily approachable. I’m not any of those things.
I don’t drink, and I don’t like to hang out at the bars.
I’m a little shy, so maybe that comes off as uninterested.
I don’t know, it feels too fake, I guess.
I tried flirting once, and to my humiliation, I failed miserably.
And I blush so easily, it’s a little embarrassing.
” She stared at her nails. “Maybe I give off a ‘leave me alone’ air. I’m not really sure.
If I do, I don’t mean to. I’m always so busy with work or with projects at the museum—”
“Look at me, Paige.”
Slowly, she looked up and met his gaze. “I talk a lot when I’m nervous or upset.”
A slow smile lifted his sensual mouth, and he cocked his head, studying her so intensely, it made her squirm.
“What?” she finally asked, wondering what he was thinking.
“You really dunna see it, do you?” he asked. Complete and utter amazement tinged the question.
“See what?” she said.
He studied her for several more seconds, before locking his gaze onto hers. “Just how beautiful you truly are.”
There went the heat flash again, crawling up her neck and spreading across her cheeks. She looked away. “You don’t have to say stuff like that, Gabriel. I’m completely fine with the way I am. Just plain ole Paige MacDonald. Now with a broken nose and a pair of black eyes.”
A deep, soft chuckle sounded from Gabriel, and Paige glanced at him. “What’s so funny?”
Gabriel scrubbed his jaw, scratched the back of his neck, and looked at her. “Do you know what I’ve wanted to do for the past fifteen hours or so?”
Butterflies began anew in Paige’s stomach, and she swallowed. “Strangle me for putting you in a bad predicament?”
“Nay,” he said quietly, and leaned closer. “I’ve wanted badly to kiss you, Paige MacDonald. Just to see if those lips tasted as good as they looked.”
God, she’d wanted the very same thing.
Slowly, the corners of Gabriel’s mouth lifted.
Paige swallowed again. Hard. “Did I just say that out loud?” How on earth could a ghost kiss a live being? How could she say something out loud and not mean to?
Gabriel leaned closer still. “I’m going to kiss you now, the only way I can,” he said, and lowered his head. “Hold verra still.”
With her heart thumping, she did.