Tristan yanked her against him. “When do you get off work?”
“No’ until closing,” Laith said with a chuckle. “You’ll have to wait to have some alone time with your wife.”
Ryder sat on the stool next to Iona. “Have you been to Dreagan yet?”
“No,” she said and glanced at Laith. “I did meet Constantine however.”
Laith tossed aside his towel. “At the funeral.”
“We tried to speak to you,” Ryder said, “But Con asked us no’ to overwhelm you.”
Iona frowned. “I’m sorry. There were so many people there and I don’t remember many of them.”
“No one blames you,” Sammi said. She put a comforting hand on Iona’s arm. “It’s probably better that only Con approached you instead of a slew of men from Dreagan.”
Laith watched Iona fidget under her embarrassment before she asked, “So what do each of you do at Dreagan?”
“Many things,” Tristan answered.
Ryder raised a blond brow. “We doona just make whisky, lass. We run thousands of sheep and cattle.”
“I had no idea,” Iona said.
“Most of that land Dreagan is using for conservation,” Tristan added. “The forests, the mountains, and such are all protected natural habitats.”
Her smile faded as she stared into his eyes. “That’s nice to hear. I’ve run into plenty of people who could care less about conserving nature.”
“No’ everyone is a bad person,” Laith said. Though there were more of them out there than she could guess.
Her coffee-colored eyes softened as they looked at him. “No, they aren’t.”
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Donna Grant has been praised for her “totally addictive” and “unique and sensual” stories. She’s written more than thirty novels spanning multiple genres of romance including the bestselling Dark King stories, Dark Craving, Night’s Awakening, and Dawn’s Desire. Her acclaimed series, Dark Warriors, feature a thrilling combination of Druids, primeval gods, and immortal Highlanders who are dark, dangerous, and irresistible. She lives with her husband, two children, a dog, and four cats in Texas. Visit donnagrant.com.