Chapter One

Roan McAuley had never been opposed to getting naked. He wasn't even averse to the idea of cameras being involved. Or being outside all the while. He drew the line, however, at having an audience and being the only one going full monty.

Shee sighed deeply.

He'd only known her a few hours, yet he was already intimately familiar with the deep sigh.

"Drop the kilt, hot stuff, and let's get on with this, okay?"

Because he wasn't having enough fun getting naked in front of his fellow clansmen—and women—he also had the distinct pleasure of going full commando in front of never-so-pleasant Tessa Vandergriff. What had he done to deserve that? And, more to the point, her?

"Aye, drop the plaid, mon! What are ye afraid of?"

That hearty exhortation brought cheers from the assembled crowd.

Roan scowled in the general direction of his soon to be ex-best friend, Graham MacLeod. "Careful, there, mate, or I'll run off with your lovely fiancie and leave you eligible for this particular disgrace."

"Disgrace? I dinnae think so, lad. 'Tis an honor."

"Donning the plaid is an honor." Aiming to maintain some semblance of being in charge of the insanity, he sent a cheeky wink in the general direction of the ladies assembled in the crowd. Some of them were old enough to be his grandmother. What had the world come to, he wanted to know? "Doffing the plaid," he went on, "while often a prelude to fun is something I prefer to do in a more intimate gathering."

Graham chuckled, but Tessa merely rolled her eyes, so Roan played straight to his strength, and called

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