Page 43 of The Rescue

“If it is so professional why is she staying with you?” Fiona pipes in with her arms crossed.

Fiona always has Hamish’s back, the wee besom.

“Cause this one couldn’t keep his woman from moaning too loud. The poor girl wasn’t getting any sleep,” I point my thumb to Cam.

That wipes the smirk off his face, and it quickly flushes pink. Fiona and Hamish laugh so hard, and I can’t hold it back any longer and join in.

“What’s so funny?” Dylan asks as her and Crystal walk over to us.

“Nothing, lass,” Cam eyes all of us with a warning to keep our mouths shut.

I bite the inside of my mouth and look at Crystal, she has a playful look on her face and I think she might’ve overheard what we were talking about.

“Alright I’ll pour us some more drinks and get dinner started,” Cam jumps up to break the weird tension between the group.

“I’ll come and help,” I say.

I brush past Crystal on my way to the kitchen, and our body’s seem to react in a way that’s magnetic. There’s this zapping energy between us, and by the look on her face she feels it too. Or I could be completely imagining this; I don’t know. I keep telling myself this because I’m terrified that I could actually like this girl.

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Crystal

We spend the rest of the afternooneating delicious pasta and drinking wine in front of the large fireplace. The cabin smells like pine, the exposed timber walls and floors give it rustic charm. It’s a traditional log built frame but with a modern interior. The large open plan living area is spacious and luxurious with a huge kitchen island and a big L-shaped lounge in front of a grand open fireplace.

Upstairs there are five large bedrooms and two bathrooms, everyone gets their own room which I’m slightly disappointed about. It’s definitely not the rugged camping experience I had pictured.

It’s already torturous being around Rabbie outside the cafe, he looks so happy and relaxed here. I know he was worried about the cafe when we left Crossmackie, but he seems to have relaxed after talking to Nellie on the phone briefly. I can tell he’s slightly tipsy because he’s laughing and joking around more than usual.

We’re sitting in front of the fire, playing a card game and his competitive side is front and centre. His playfulness makes the heat between my legs unbearable. I want him to be cheeky and playful with me.

“You’re a sore loser,” he teases Cam, who is looking grumpier than ever.

“I think you’re a wee cheat,” Cam snips back.

Rabbie falls back onto the floor in a roaring laugh, and I want to jump on top of him and roll around with him.

“You canny accept that I’m better at cards than you.” He laughs, his Scottish accent is harder to understand when he’s tipsy.

Dylan sits in Cam’s lap and he’s quickly distracted from losing the card game. The rest of us look on at the pair, green with envy. They are so in love it’s sickening.

“Urgh get a room,” Hamish slurs.

Cam flips his brother the bird whilst he kisses Dylan, and I look away because I’m slightly annoyed that I haven’t been kissed in a long time. When I turn my head towards Rabbie, he’s propped up on his elbows and his jade green eyes are firmly planted on me, he bites down on his bottom lip. I shift uncomfortably because that’s not the first time I’ve caught him looking at me tonight.

Why does this have to be complicated? Surely he’d be down for a bit of fun before I return to Boston. I shouldn’t be as stupid to take that risk because the last thing I would want is to get in too deep and end up hurting Rabbie. But when he’s eye fucking me like he is right now, it makes me want to do reckless things with him.

“Okay, let’s make s’mores,” Dylan claps her hands together.

“Aye, I’ve always wanted to try s’mores,” Fiona chirps up.

“M-m-me too,” Hamish agrees with Fiona.

“Urgh, I couldn’t fit another thing in my belly,” I say as I pat my stomach.

Rabbie sits up and looks at me with query eyes. I know what he’s thinking; that I’m only saying that because I need to watch my weight, but I’m seriously so full from all the pasta and wine.

“I think I’m going to pour myself another glass of wine and hop in the hot tub.” I slur.

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