Clockwork Nessie, Part 22
With his help, I clambered inside. We were all elbows and knees, but we managed to slam the door and seal it.
Out of breath and tangled with Robert, my face only inches from his in the tiny cockpit, I closed my eyes and whispered my heartfelt thanks. When I opened them again, Robert flashed a roguish grin.
“Oh my God! There really is a Loch Ness monster!” I shook my head as I shifted into a slightly more comfortable position, but no less scandalous.
“Where do you think your father got the design in the first place?” He shook with soft laughter and hugged me closer, easing me between his legs and pulling me back against his chest. His breath moved my hair as he spoke. “And now, Lizzie, how about we go find a little bauble for my newest joint venture partner before Nessie the First gets any amorous ideas.”
I turned in the arms that surrounded me. Robert Rankine really was a superb male specimen. “She’s amorous?”
“Oh, aye, Lizzie. Aye.”
“Darwin’s devils,” I sighed, nestling into the warmth of Robert’s body.