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"Aye," Aidan agreed with mock gravitas.

Gavin huffed, shoving the phone back in his pocket. "I'm not a Luddite. My thumbs are too big to type with them on that midget keyboard."

They finished their meal while discussing things unrelated to Gavin's relationship with Jamie. Iain kept ribbing Gavin about his phone-typing style, and Aidan invented numerous and creative terms for it, some of them in Gaelic. When guys razzed each other, it meant they'd become buddies.

Task number one, scratched off the list. He'd made peace with Aidan.

Next up, Lachlan.

Piece of cake — not.

After lunch, Gavin and Iain were collecting some gear from Aidan's truck when Rory's Mercedes rolled up the drive with Jamie behind the wheel. She parked alongside the truck and climbed out. Jamie waved a file folder in the air until she caught Aidan's attention.

He strode over from where he'd been discussing things with the landowner. "What is it, Jamie? Thought you went home."

"I did, but this contract came in by email." She handed him the folder. "Thought you should see it right away."

He arched one brow but flipped open the folder. His brows began to furrow as he read the contents. "This could've waited until tomorrow. You didn't need to come all the way out here again."

She rolled her shoulders back, chin up. "Thought you should have it for the morning."

Aidan glanced at Gavin. "Suppose you're right. It was urgent for you to come out here twice in one day."

Jamie punched his shoulder. "Don't be sarcastic with me, Aidan. I was being helpful."

"Why are you checking company emails, anyway? You're on holiday, and Calli's handling everything."

She snagged the inside of her lip with her teeth.

Gavin tried not to smile. Jamie had made up a silly excuse to come back and see him. It was so cute and sweet he wanted to pull her into a bear hug.

"Cannae fool us," Iain said to Jamie. "We all know the real reason you're here, and he's standing right beside me."

Jamie's cheeks turned pink. "Maybe I did want to speak to Gavin. It's none of your business, Iain. Or yours, Aidan."

Her brother and her cousin both smirked.

She flapped her hands at them. "Go away, you dumb galoots."

Iain clapped a hand on Aidan's shoulder, and both men headed off in the direction of the mostly demolished stone wall.

Jamie retreated behind the car, using the Mercedes as a barricade between her and Gavin.

He stalked around the car, coming up behind her.

She spun around and plastered her backside to the driver's door.

Nothing but sex? Sure, he believed that. The way she tried to keep a physical distance between them, in addition to the emotional distance, contradicted her claim. He couldn't resist taking advantage of the opening she'd accidentally given him.

Gavin edged closer and hit her with a suggestive smile. "Hey, babe, what can I do ya for? Or should I say, how long can I do ya for?"

Chapter Eighteen

Jamie licked her lips, which had suddenly gone dry along with her mouth. With Gavin near enough to touch if she only raised her hand, she couldn't think straight anymore. Her body insisted on warming up, her skin alive with an energy that permeated her right down to the core of her sex. How could he do this to her with one look? By the time he'd asked how long he could do her for, she'd already been aching for him to do exactly that. Do her. Take her. Shag her upside down and sideways, any way he wanted.

No, no, no. Sex only.

She hiked up her chin and cleared her throat. "I wanted to make sure you'd be there tonight."

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