I thought the scenery would be the highlight of my working trip to Scotland, then a dark-haired, kilted Highlander walks into the bar. That swoony Scottish accent. Dark eyes and a sexy smirk. Would anyone blame me for a quick holiday romance? Except if I want to keep my job, Ewan is off limits. I need to lock down my lust. For a former poor kid who's used to deprivation, this should be easier. But my cocky Scot doesn't agree, and he's hell bent on changing my mind.