Spending the holidays in a Scottish castle sounds magical—until I see him.

Cameron Keith.

The man who still haunts my dreams and makes my heart race.

I thought I’d buried those memories, moved on, and built the life I wanted… but one look at him, kilt and all, and I’m eighteen again, completely under his spell.

He shouldn’t still make me feel this way. He shouldn’t even be here.

But the castle is filled with secrets and games, and as we circle each other in the holiday glow, I’m forced to wonder:

Can I resist the man I never truly forgot?

Or will my heart give in to a love that refuses to die?

Amelia

My best friend’s castle wasn’t safe. Everyone laughed and joked with each other, but I was on edge. I should probably have left my friends and said no to their invitation the second I heard that their plans included Cameron Keith. I hadn’t seen him in years. Long-ago memories definitely shouldn’t make my stomach tighten and my lips tingle. He’d moved on. So had I, and I was living my dream.

I trekked across the ballroom of Charlotte’s castle, where I’d been invited for the holidays. Earlier, when they mentioned Cameron and going to his house for Hogmanay, I’d already said I needed to get back to London. In no universe would I ever again go willingly to Cameron Keith. The short time we’d been together was enough.

He felt the same, I was sure. I doubted that his seeing my name on the guest list would cause him such distress. He was over me. I was the only one playing out fantasies in my head. The last time I had seen his name in print, it was under a photograph of him holding hands with a beautiful model. The knock-out diamond ring on her finger hadn’t escaped my attention. So he couldn’t be carrying a torch for me.

Not that I’d carried much of one for him, but my bad habit of comparing other men’s kisses to his was on my list of things I needed to stop doing.

Butterflies flew in my belly, and I took my wine to go find a corner to hide in. However, a wall of muscles blocked my path.

My heart fluttered at the sight of him. I looked up at his short and slightly curly hair then moved my gaze down to his warm brown eyes, which took my breath away, passed the hint of hair on his chest, and went lower. Kilts shouldn’t be so damn sexy. I clutched the stem of my Bordeaux.

“Amelia, it’s been a long time.”

Adrenaline at the idea that he’d sought me out rushed through my veins, though I was sure he only wanted to tell me how happy he was.

I refused to look at him so that he wouldn’t see how he still made me tremble. “Cameron… I didn’t think you’d come.”

He rocked on his feet, and his muscles flexed, like he was showing off. Heat rose to my face, and I looked away at the white wall.

Cameron lifted a dark eyebrow and asked, “Why wouldn’t I?” The sound of his voice still made me weak in the knees.

“Because I’m here. I’ve not seen you in a long time.” My stomach clenched as I looked up at him, anticipating the moment he would bring out his fiancée and rub his happiness in my face.