A Howl for a Highlander (Heart of the Wolf #10)

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“Well?” she challenged, sounding like she was not about to let up on the discussion until she knew just where his family had stood on the issue.

He glanced at her, arched a brow, and said, “Noble class.”

Her luscious lips parted, her green eyes wide. Then she quickly looked away and out the passenger window.

“I’m not the laird of the castle. My older brother, Ian, is.”

That made her head whip around. “A castle?” Her words were threaded with a mixture of disbelief and interest. “Your brother is a laird?”

“Aye.” He shrugged as if it didn’t mean anything. He was hoping that it did. That she would not have as much animosity for them now. “An American movie crew filmed at Argent recently.” He hadn’t a clue why he’d even mentioned that. He had never planned on telling a living soul that a movie had been filmed at their home. That they’d had to stoop so low that they permitted a crowd of humans to take over a wolves’ den without a battle—or much of one, at least.

“Movie.” She really didn’t ask it as a question, more of a statement showing incredulity once again.

He wasn’t sure whether that was a good thing or not.

When she just stared at him, her brows arched in astonishment, he added, “I was in it.”

He also didn’t know why he had told her that. Maybe because he thought Americans were so enamored with movie stars—not that he had been anything more than an extra—that she wouldn’t still hold a grudge about his family kicking crofters off the land. For whatever reason, it bothered him that she was troubled by what had happened. He wished her family had never experienced the trauma of the move.

Had they not been with a wolf clan? He suspected not or they most likely wouldn’t have been made to move. Her family had to have hidden what they were from the clan chief. That couldn’t have been easy for them.

“Not a movie star,” she said, sounding as though she was waiting for him to reassure her that he wasn’t someone important.

He stifled a snort. If she was only interested in him now because he was a star… hell, Sean Connery and Gerard Butler? Neither could wield a sword like he could.

He sat a little taller. “No, I’m not a movie star, although I got to do what I love best.” He glanced at her, smiling a little, expecting her to figure he was wielding a sword in battle and to ask him something about his prowess with a claymore.

“Seducing lasses?” Her brows were arched in question.

For a second, he was so taken aback by her line of reasoning that he didn’t say anything. Then he burst out laughing.

She smiled and he felt the tension in the air dissolve. When he could get his fit of laughter under control, he clarified, “Swordplay.”

“Oh. Then you seduced the lasses,” she teased.

He chuckled. “No, only Ian was able to have that kind of a role in the film.”

“Ian, the laird. So he has the castle and the lady, and rules the pack.”

“Aye.”

She settled back against the seat, looked at the directions she had in her lap, and then glanced up and pointed to a white villa topped with a Spanish tile roof, the area surrounded by palm trees. “That’s where I’m staying. Paradise Villa.” She faced Duncan. “So when does the movie come out?”

“Next year.”

“I’ll be sure to watch it.”

“Any parts I was in may have been taken out if they weren’t important enough.” He truly hoped they would end up on the cutting-room floor.

“Ahh,” she said with a placating tone. “With the way you wickedly wielded your claymore, I’m sure they won’t cut any of your scenes.”

“It truly would be my profoundest wish that they cut them, not keep them,” he clarified. He parked the car in front of the villa and turned to face her. “Otherwise women might recognize me and—”

She cast him a small smile. “Chase after you?”

“Och, lass, not likely. But I could see being recognized and hounded. Not chased.”

“Sounds very nearly the same to me.” She frowned at him. “I wouldn’t think a wolf pack would want a movie filmed within its castle walls.”

Not wanting to discuss their financial difficulties, he finally kept his mouth shut—she hadn’t asked him a question, after all—and took in the serene surroundings, which would be perfect for a wolf on vacation. The place sat on a private oceanfront with pure white sand leading down a gentle incline to the pristine aqua waters. He wished his clan had the money to put him up at a place like this. Then he wondered where that notion had come from. Being a warrior type, he would have been happy to sleep on the ground surrounded by heather in his native Scotland if it meant he’d get the job done quickly.

“You’re only a couple of miles from restaurants and shopping, but won’t you need a rental car?” he asked, not meaning to sound like he would be at her beck and call for a ride. He really had to keep his mind on his task. On the other hand, he couldn’t help asking. Even hoping she might say she needed his further assistance.

“I’ll get a taxi if I feel the need.”

Disappointed but irritated at himself for feeling that way, he grabbed her bags and helped her to the front door. “You’re staying here alone?”

She turned her head just a little, tilting it, the inference from her posture saying it was none of his business.

He hesitated, waiting for her to say who she was staying with because he couldn’t believe she’d be here all alone. He knew it wasn’t any of his business, but helping her out made him feel she owed it to him to a small degree. If she was a she-wolf all by herself, she had to know he only had her safety in mind.

She finally sighed and opened her door, but she stood in the entryway, silently stating she would take it from here, and he wasn’t coming in. “Thank you for the ride.”

He didn’t budge, still wanting to know if she was staying with someone.

Her stance firm, she smiled just a little, knowing damn well he wanted to learn whether she had a roommate who was a male wolf. “I’ll get my bags. Thanks so much for helping us out at the airport.”

He set the bags down at her feet and inclined his head slightly. “My pleasure, lass. Enjoy your vacation.” Then without further adieu, and not intending to prolong this, he turned and meant to return to his rental car, even though it was killing him to end it like this.

He had it in mind that he’d have to run into her from time to time, given how small the island was, and then he’d learn the truth. Just casually, no pressure, maybe catch her walking along the beach or basking in the sun. The picture that drummed up in his mind, seeing an inordinate amount of bare flesh, made his groin tighten with need. He’d do well to stay far away from the siren.

“I can buy you a drink later, if you’d like,” Shelley belatedly offered.

He stopped, turned, and studied the slight smile in her expression. He knew he should decline, but damn if he could. He tried to contain his own smile; once it appeared, he was certain it looked wolfish as hell. “I’ll pick you up at…?”

“Seven?”

“Seven.”

She glanced around the area. “So… you said your place was near mine. Where is it exactly?”

He grinned. “I’ll know as soon as I find it.”

Her smile matched his—well, maybe not exactly, as he was sure his was much more wolfish and hers was more amused.

With that, he was off, looking for what he suspected would have been the cheapest place to rent on short notice. Once he was settled in, he intended to find out all he could about Silverman and pay the financier a visit as soon as possible so that he could end this charade and return at once to Scotland, money in hand—so to speak.

But what harm would one drink with an American female wolf do?

Her stomach fluttering with excitement and apprehension, Shelley wondered if she’d lost her mind. No, offering to buy the male wolf a drink was the right thing to do after he’d given her a ride to her villa. He’d been kind and considerate to take the older couple to their hotel also, when he obviously wasn’t overly enthusiastic about it. A castle. Sure. Probably the clan was also a wolf pack. The notion was fascinating.

So then, why had his pack opened the castle to an American film crew? She imagined it wasn’t something they regularly did.

What was he doing here alone? So far away from his native soil? He didn’t look like the type who would travel on vacation for no good reason. Not alone. He had the look of a warrior about him, all dressed in black—the boots, the shirt, the pants—and his arms were well muscled. She could tell from the way his pants fit that his thighs were, too. He appeared to be a fighter who probably wielded an ancient claymore and would feel best in a battle where he showed off his fighting skills. An excursion to an island paradise seemed out of character for him.

Putting aside thoughts of the sexy wolf, Shelley took her laptop into the dining nook—a small bamboo table with four chairs situated in front of large windows overlooking the crystal-white sand and clear blue waters.

She felt uneasy. The college grant money was supposed to have already been deposited to her account for this trip. She’d already paid for the trip here and used her credit card to cover expenses for the villa that wouldn’t be charged to her until the day she checked out, but she could only afford half the cost on her own. Which was a bad sign. What was the delay?

She’d never had this problem before with the funding for research trips. The cost of airfare hadn’t been much. But the villa and groceries—food…

Shelley had nothing to eat for dinner and no way to get to the store to buy groceries unless she got a taxi. Given how out of the way the villa was, she figured it would be a while before she could even get one.

She twisted her mouth in thought. Maybe when Duncan returned for her, she could suggest going to a restaurant where they could have the drinks, and she’d order a dinner for herself, too.