'Tell him what?'
'Nothing. See you in a few hours.'
I argued with myself all the way home, until I was too tired to see reason anymore. The last few nights I hadn't slept much—no doubt that was affecting my sanity.
'Oh, now this is bad,' I said to myself several hours later as I hauled my wheeled bag off the train platform. 'I'm so obsessed with the man, I'm starting to see him everywhere. In a kilt, yet.'
'Sam,' the kilt-wearing, Paen-shaped vision greeted me, taking the handle of my luggage. He must have noticed my confusion, because he added, 'Clare told me you were coming back tonight. I take the fact that you haven't called to announce you found the statue to mean your visit to Glasgow was unsuccessful?'
I stared at him in sleep-deprived bemusement for a few seconds. He paused and raised an eyebrow. 'Is something the matter?'
'No. Yes. Maybe. It depends—why are you here? And why are you wearing a kilt?'
He ignored both questions, gently rubbing his thumb under my left eye. 'You have dark circles under your eyes.'
'I know. It's because I haven't slept well the last couple of nights, thanks to you.'
'To me?' He frowned, then took my elbow and propelled me toward the main doors. 'I have left you completely alone for the last forty-eight hours. How can I be to blame?'
'Because you've left me completely alone for the last forty-eight hours.'
'That doesn't make any sense,' Paen argued.
I stopped outside the doors, moving to the side so we were out of the flow of traffic. 'Of course it does. Paen, three days ago we met. You told me you wanted to sleep with me. I, against my better judgment, agreed to do that simply because I wanted to prove to you that sex without emotional commitment was shallow and meaningless.'
'You agreed to sleep with me because you fancied me,' he said, his beautiful eyes lightening.
'That too. The point is, you made a big deal about us sleeping together, then you just left me!'
He frowned, his brows pulling together in a black slash over his eyes. 'You'd had a trying day. You yawned three times on the way back from Dunstan Moor. Clearly you were not in an optimum mood to appreciate my sexual technique.'
'In other words'—I poked him in the chest—'you chickened out.'
'Don't be ridiculous,' he said, grabbing my elbow again and pushing me along the sidewalk toward the parking lot. 'I was being considerate, just as I have been the last two days, a fact you totally seem to have misunderstood.'
'Given that you never once called to see how I was doing in Glasgow, I think it's reasonable to assume you were avoiding me because you regretted ever making those rash statements regarding personal relationships.'
'Or I could have been letting you do your job while I was tied up with SEPA,' Paen said, unlocking the trunk of his car and throwing my suitcase into it.
I stood to let him unlock and open the passenger door for me. 'SEPA?'
'Scottish Environmental Protection Agency. They've been claiming a bit of my land is contaminated with runoff from a nearby smelting plant, and I had to meet with the officials to prove again that it isn't. I doubt if you've had much experience dealing with Scottish political red tape, but it's just as unpleasant as the Canadian version.'
'Oh. I'm sorry.' I nibbled on my lower lip for a moment. 'How did it turn out?'
He flashed me a quick grin before starting the car and backing it out of the parking spot. 'Chemical analysis of the soil and water table showed they're unpolluted, as I've said for the last six years.'
'Good.'
'It was damned annoying timing on their part. I planned on helping search the antiquities network for news of the statue, but was tied down with the minutiae of officialdom.'
'That's OK. Clare and Finn worked on that while I was gone.'
He glanced at me before pulling out into traffic. 'Why haven't you been sleeping well?'
I hesitated about telling him. I'd already made a fool of myself by sounding jealous and possessive of him when there was no relationship to be jealous or possessive about, but the urge to protect my delicate ego was strong. In the end, though, I told the truth, because… well, just because I figured it might mean something to him. 'The time not spent in incredibly erotic dreams about you was mostly spent tossing and turning, wondering what you were doing, why you hadn't called me, and whether you regretted making the proposition you did.'
'You didn't call me either,' he said, picking the one thing out of my embarrassing confession that I knew was the weakest.
'I did. You didn't answer. And I… er… didn't leave a voice mail.'
'Why?' he asked, shooting me another quick glance.
I looked out the window at the lights of the city as they passed by. It was painful having to admit how much I missed him during the two days away. 'I didn't have anything to report. I just wanted to talk to you.'
'Well, I'm here now,' he said, pausing to let an elderly couple cross the street.
'Yes, and that's something I'm rather curious about. Clare knows full well there's a bus that goes from the station to less than a block away from our apartment. I've hauled a lot more luggage than what I have now. So why has she sent you to fetch me?'
His eyebrows flattened out to a straight line. 'I just thought it would be polite to pick you up since you'd been away on my behalf.'
'Doing the job you're paying me to do,' I pointed out, secretly delighted by the revelation that Paen had missed me while I was gone.
'I was in town anyway,' he said, avoiding my eye.
'Uh-huh. And the kilt?'
'I'm a Scot. I'm allowed to wear one.'
'I know that, silly. I just meant, what's the occasion?'
He maneuvered the car slowly through a busy, pedestrian-laden street. 'I don't need an occasion to wear a kilt.'
'Riiiight,' I drawled.
He sent me a quick glance. 'Most women fair drool at the sight of a man in a kilt.'
Oho! So that was the way things were. I fought to keep my smile from showing, and tried to look only mildly interested. 'Do they?'
'Yes.' He glanced at me again. 'They find it sexy.'
'I'm sure they do.' I pointed out the next turn, and Paen swung around a corner, entering the narrow street in the old part of Edinburgh where Clare and I shared an apartment. 'Did you miss me?'
He pulled into the tiny parking area behind our building, giving me a startled look. 'Did I what?'
'You heard me. Did you miss me while I was gone?'
'Where should I park?' he asked, ignoring my question.
'There, next to Clare's car. It's the spot assigned to me, but I don't have a car, so you can use it. And stop avoiding answering the question.'
He pulled into a spot and turned off the engine. 'I regretted that you were away on business when I couldn't help you.'
I smiled to myself as I unhooked my seat belt. 'Not good enough. Did you
He got out of the car, going to open the trunk.
I followed, my arms crossed over my chest as I leaned a hip against the car. 'Well?'
'Let me ask you this—did you miss me?' he said, slamming the trunk closed.
'Very much,' I said, waiting.
His eyes lightened another few degrees. 'I see. In that case—yes, I missed you.'
'Good. Are you going to spend the night this time, or are you not yet ready for such a thing?'
'That was our original agreement, but I thought perhaps you might have changed your mind.'
'I don't change my mind that easily,' I said as we walked to the building, waiting as he opened the door for
