Tall, Dark, and Kilted by Sue-Ellen Welfonder PDF Download

The sound of bagpipes filled the crisp Scottish air as the sun dipped below the rolling green hills. Fiona stood on the stone bridge, her auburn hair catching the last rays of the day. She had come to the annual Highland Games, drawn by the promise of tradition and the allure of her Scottish heritage. And she had heard whispers about a certain tall, dark, and kilted man who had been winning hearts and games.

Her heart quickened as she spotted him, striding confidently across the field, his kilt billowing around him. His strong legs were a testament to the hours spent training for these very games. A chiseled jaw and deep brown eyes gave him an air of rugged charm, and his smile was as bright as the sun setting behind him.

“Seamus MacGregor,” her friend Kirsten whispered, nudging Fiona with her elbow. “That’s the one you’ve been hearing about. Tall, dark, and kilted, just like you wanted.”

Fiona chuckled, her eyes never leaving Seamus as he joined the crowd in the caber toss competition. The crowd watched in anticipation as he carefully selected the caber, a massive tree trunk, and hoisted it onto his shoulder. He took a deep breath, his biceps flexing, and then with a graceful twist of his body, he sent the caber soaring end over end.

The crowd erupted in cheers as the caber landed, perfectly flipped, pointing straight up. Fiona’s heart raced. He was not just tall, dark, and kilted; he was also incredibly skilled.

After the caber toss, Seamus continued to dominate the field, winning the hammer throw, tug-of-war, and the stone put. Each victory only increased Fiona’s admiration for him. She was surrounded by the sights and sounds of the Games, but her focus remained on Seamus.

As the sun dipped lower, the games reached their climax with the famous Highland dancing competition. Seamus stepped forward, his kilt swirling around him as he joined the other contestants. The intricate footwork and lively tunes filled the air, and Seamus moved with grace and precision. He was tall, dark, kilted, and a dancer too. Fiona couldn’t help but be captivated.

Finally, the moment arrived that she had been waiting for – the award ceremony. Seamus MacGregor stood on the podium, a gold medal around his neck, his chestnut hair tousled by the day’s events. The crowd roared their approval, but Fiona noticed he scanned the audience as if searching for something or someone.

Kirsten elbowed Fiona again. “He’s looking for someone, and I think he’s found her,” she said, a mischievous twinkle in her eye.

As if guided by fate, Seamus’s gaze locked onto Fiona’s. He smiled, the kind of smile that made her heart race, and made his way through the crowd to where she stood. When he reached her, he extended a hand.

“Ye must be Fiona,” he said, his Scottish brogue sending shivers down her spine. “I’ve heard talk of a lass with the spirit of the Highlands in her heart.”

Fiona took his hand, feeling a jolt of electricity at his touch. “Aye, I am,” she replied, her cheeks flushed. “And I’ve heard talk of a tall, dark, and kilted Scotsman who’s been conquering the Games.”

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Seamus chuckled, his brown eyes twinkling. “Well, lass, it’s not the Games I’ve been trying to conquer,” he said with a sly grin.

In that moment, the world around them faded away, and they were lost in each other’s gaze. The bagpipes continued to play, the sun dipped below the horizon, and the Highland Games carried on, but Fiona and Seamus only had eyes for each other.

Tall, dark, and kilted, he was everything she had dreamed of, and more. And as the night fell, they walked hand in hand, their hearts bound by the magic of the Scottish Highlands and the promise of a love as enduring as the traditions that surrounded them