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- Herausgeber: Dreamspinner Press
- Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
- Sprache: Englisch
When Derek surprises his partner Bram with an authentic kilt in his family's tartan pattern as an anniversary present, the results are even better than he expected. Bram looks fantastic in the full dress outfit, and the special dinner Derek has planned becomes only the prelude to an incredible evening with his Highland lover.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2011
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Highland Lover
DEREK Jenkins left work early the day the package was scheduled to arrive from Scotland. He had checked the tracking information, and the web site indicated delivery was set for two o’clock that afternoon. Derek didn’t care if he was there when the package arrived. He just wanted to get home before Bram Fraser, his lover for the past three years, got there.
The box was larger than Derek expected when he picked it up from the concierge in the apartment building he and Bram had moved into earlier in the year. Derek waited impatiently for the elevator to take him up to his floor so he could examine his purchases in person instead of on the Internet. He carried the box inside to their bedroom, tearing into the packing to pull out the contents. With each additional item he withdrew, his smile grew. Bram was going to look so good!
“Derek? Are you home already?”
Bram’s voice carried down the hall to their bedroom. “I’m here,” Derek called back. “Wait for me out there. I don’t want to ruin your surprise. I’ll be right out.”
“Surprise?” Bram sounded puzzled, but he stayed where he was.
Derek put everything back in the box minus the Styrofoam packing chips and carried it back out to the living room.
“What’s that?”
Derek grinned. “Open it and see.”
Bram raised an eyebrow at Derek but opened the box, pulling out the sporran first. “Is this what I think it is?”
“Keep going,” Derek said, not even trying to smother his grin any longer.
Excited now, Bram dug into the box, pulling out item after item until he got to the bottom and found the red and green kilt folded neatly. “Is this really…?”
“I hope you appreciate it,” Derek teased. “It took me forever to figure out which was the right one. I called your father, who told me that your grandparents were part of the main branch of the Fraser clan. That helped narrow it down, but even so, I found fourteen different patterns. Dress tartans and hunting tartans and a dozen other variations.”
“But this is a real Fraser kilt?” Bram verified.
“It is,” Derek confirmed. “I spent hours online trying to figure out the differences between them all. I finally found contact information for the woman who is in charge of the tartans for the Fraser Gathering. She helped me pick this one out, along with everything else you’d need for a full outfit. Happy anniversary, love.”
“It’s not our anniversary,” Bram said automatically, though his gaze stayed fixed on the kilt, his fingers tracing the pattern of the plaid.
“Not our commitment anniversary,” Derek agreed. “It’s the anniversary of the night we met.”
Bram looked up. “You are so sentimental.”
Derek shrugged. “Are you complaining?”
Bram shook his head. “You bought me a kilt, and not just a kilt, but the traditional kilt of my ancestors in Scotland. I’m not complaining about anything!”
Derek leaned over and kissed Bram lightly. “You’ve been saying for as long as I’ve known you that you wished you had a kilt in your family’s colors. It seemed like the thing to do.”
