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Scottish (General)Transcript
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Meg stared in silent wonder at the man standing before the window, soaking in the sun as if you'd never felt its heat before. His hair was long, falling just past his shoulders, and the colour was a deep brown bordering on block. Even from his profile, she could see the hard line of his Joel. Her eyes drifted lower on a heart slammed into her rib cage. The man wore no shut with his kilt displaying an abundance of thick corded muscle. Make pulled her eyes away. But in an instant she was back to standing, his arms hung casually at his sides. But there was nothing cover Lee and about the man. He was a warrior, a man who went after whatever he wanted on Got It. She saw the scars covering his torso, proving he'd seen his share of battles. Yet they did nothing to detract from his earlier. In fact, his prowess inflamed her blood. Meg didn't recognise the woman, responding so flagrantly to the stranger. No mannered ever made her stomach flutter while a skin do just thinking about him. Her blood was pounding in your ears, her heart beating fast and furious as a hands edge to run over his body and learn every contour. Suddenly, the man's eyes opened for several heartbeats. He stared out of the window. Then slowly, he turned his head to her. Meg's breath locked in her lungs, and her niece threatened to buckle if she thought the stranger was appealing before she was wholly unprepared for when he faced her, he was a doneness so blindingly handsome she couldn't father what he was doing in her tower. He was a kind of man. Women fought over and killed over. He was the kind of man who looked at anyone but make. And yet his beautiful, pale green eyes were focused directly on her. The dark brown eyebrows slashed fiercely over his eyes, and his nose was slightly crooked from having been broken. A time or two has square jaw and Chen only heightened is sexiness. However, that was his wide lips, but the bottom fuller than the top that made her blood race in our veins. He embodied virility, masculinity, almost a ziff. He had created the two simply by being born. Hello loss. The sound of such a smooth, deep voice did something strange and glorious to make. It was a nothing of how the man she didn't like. Who are you? She managed to ask around her thumping heart. The stranger gave us, like bow of his head, his gaze never leaving hers wrote in gold at your service. And you are. And she was what? That took a moment for Meg to realise he was asking her name. Could she make a bigger fool of herself? I'm Meg. Make Halpin, Meg, he said, a name slowly letting it fall from his lips, as if for prayer at this rate should be a public nothing. God help her if he came toward her.