Chapter Three
Taylor Greig
“I beg your pardon?” Kim said, snatching her arm from Taylor’s grasp and rounding on him, eyes flashing. She’s kinda sexy when she’s angry, actually. “Since when are you the boss of me?”
He backed up, his hands lifted in supplication, and with what he hoped was an apologetic expression on his face. “Och, lass, I didnae mean it like that! I just meant… well, I’m coming wi’ ye. Chastain’s my mate.” A modicum of relief trickled through him as Kim’s expression softened.
His brother let out a spluttering sound, drawing their attention. “And what am I supposed tae do, eh? Just sit here, twiddling my thumbs? Waiting by the phone like a f*****g golf widow?”
“No,” Taylor said, raising his eyebrows and fixing Joshua with a pointed look. “Ye’ll be way too busy fer that
