Legends Read Free

Douglas Kincaid.” She glanced at the front of his tailored trousers. “You probably stuff a sock into your panties to give that grand show.”
    She stared for a moment, mesmerized, then angrily drew her attention to his head. She ruffled his hair with a rough hand. “Faith! Look at this black, wavy mess! Tamed with sprays and mousses, I’ll warrant.”
    When she sank her fingers into his hair to inspect its coarse luxury further, a low, rich sound of pleasure rumbled from his throat. Elgiva jerked her hand away and watched him keenly. What appetites the man must have to sigh like that in his condition!
    “If you come to, Douglas, you’ll get popped with another round of sleepy-bye medicine.” Just in case, she reached into her trouser pocket and rested her fingertips on the capped syringe there. Dr. Graham, the village physician, had provided an ample supply.
    But after a moment it was obvious that Kincaid was still soundly drugged. A little dismayed by the fear he had provoked, she grabbed his head between her hands and glared down at him. “Where’d you get that starburst scar on your cheekbone, you mangy bull? I’ll bet one of your ladyfriends whacked you with her diamond ring.”
    The skin of his cheeks was beginning to show a faint hint of black shadow. “You’re just a furry savage,” she observed primly. “For all your high-muckety-muck clothes and jewels, your clansmen were naught but hellions.”
    She ran her fingers down the front of his beautiful white shirt, trying to ignore the warmth and hardness of the chest underneath. “What ridiculous finery!” Set among crisp little pleats on his shirt front were onyx buttons rimmed in gold. A large diamond glittered in the center of each one.
    Though she had studied him and his lifestyle, she was awed. Here was the embodiment of a fortune she could barely imagine, and while everything she cherished had taught her to reject such frippery, his use of it fascinated her. Combined with his brutally handsome face and body, the effect was potent. She molded her hand to his chest and slowly stroked the center, intrigued and a little breathless.
    “Ellie! What’re you doin’ with him, lass?”
    Her brother’s incredulous voice made her whirl around in the chair. Rob had come back from the cockpit, but she hadn’t even noticed. His eyes glittered with surprise and dismay.
    Elgiva hadn’t blushed in years; now she felt her face burning. Damn Douglas Kincaid! “I was just checking him over! Don’t be sneaking up on me like that!” She whipped around and jammed a hand into one of Kincaid’s trouser pockets. “I can’t sit and stare at the beast, you know. I have to make sure that he has no weapons.”
    “His only weapon is between the covers of his bankbook,” Rob replied grimly. “And inside that surpassin’ devious mind of his.”
    And in other places that only a woman would think about
, Elgiva added silently. Busying herself, she withdrew a set of keys from Kincaid’s pockets. She muttered darkly, and Rob stepped closer to look over her shoulder. “Have you ever seen the like?” she asked. “Gold car keys with jewels set in them. And the names of the cars engraved. Porsche, Lamborghini, Jaguar, Rolls Royce, Lotus. How many automobiles can one man use? What’re these? I don’t recognize them.”
    “His classics. His 1936 Cord and 1938 Studebaker. Don’t you remember from the magazine articles? The man is naught but a gangster. He loves all those American criminal styles from the thirties.”
    She tossed the keys onto a nearby seat. “That’s his idea of history, I suppose. No wonder he didn’t bother to find out about his true heritage. He’ll be forced to, now.”
    “Aye.” Rob’s chestnut hair gleamed in the cabin lights as he bent forward to study the drugged billionaire. Her brother, his love for outlandish plaids subdued by caution, looked dashing in solid black trousers and a turtle-necked sweater.
    She put a hand on Rob’s broad