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He laughed. “We have the same back home, though most of our churches are hundreds of years old.”
She’d always dreamed of seeing the castles and churches of Scotland. “I think those are more interesting, at least the buildings.” She sipped her drink. “There are also activities in Pigeon Forge and Gatlinburg nearby. Anyway, I’m sure we could find some things for you to occupy yourself with.”
“I’d rather ya find some things to occupymewith.”
She gave him a side-eye.
“Not like that. Though I’m not opposed.”
She was sputtering when they were interrupted by the arrival of their food. She kept her skepticism to herself, and by the time Adrian left and the aroma of grilled meat and fresh-made flour tortillas hit her nose, she no longer cared.
“I was thinkin’, maybe ya could keep me company this week.”
The sinking disappointment in her gut was a surprise. “I appreciate it, Gavin, but I do have to write this week. Despite it being Christmas, I need to get the last few chapters finished. You want the next book, don’t you?”
He glared. “Ye’re goin’ to keep that danglin’ over my head, aren’t ya?”
She gave him a sweet smile.
“Fine.” He took a bite of fajita meat and chewed slowly. After swallowing, he took a swallow of beer, and she couldn’t help but think that he was scheming behind those too-gorgeous eyes.
“How about this?” He reached across the table to grasp her hand. “Ya keep me company part of the day, and I can keep ya company while ya write.”
“I don’t have company while I write.”
He rolled his eyes. “Fine, ya write wherever ya write, and I’ll hang out in yer den and avail myself of yer library. How’s that?”
The picture was more appealing than she wanted to admit. Very appealing. Gavin and his sock feet in her recliner, soaking in the fire from the hearth while he read a paperback? How sexy was that? Too sexy, in her opinion. She might get attached to a sexy like that.
Then again, he’d be close. He’d be flirting. Who knew what could happen in a week? She wasn’t looking for anything long-term, especially with someone from halfway across the world, but hadn’t she just been bemoaning the lack of romance and orgasms in her life? He hadn’t offered orgasms, but he might.
Scarlett took a sip of her margarita, thinking hard. By the time she swallowed, her decision had been made.
“Sounds like a plan to me. What do you want to do first?”
ChapterFive
“What are we doin’ again?”
Scarlett shot him a mischievous glance. “Just hold your arms up.”
Gavin grumbled under his breath but put his arms in the air, allowing Scarlett to tie the apron around his waist. “We don’ really need these, do we?”
Claire giggled where she stood behind the decorating table, looking on. “Of course you do.”
When she held up her phone and clicked a quick picture, he growled in her direction. “Why aren’t you wearin’ an apron?”
“Because I’m the expert.” She waggled her brows at him.
“Expert at fibbin’,” he griped good-naturedly. Truth be told, he didn’t mind the apron at all. In fact he wore one frequently when he cooked at home just to keep his clothes clean. A habit his gran had been the one to ingrain in him.
“Okay,” Scarlett said, her amusement as obvious as Claire’s. “Time for decorating.”
Gavin bent down, bringing his mouth close to her ear—and allowing her sweet sugar scent to fill his nose. “I take it you’ve done this before?”
Scarlett turned toward him, bringing them face-to- face. Or nose-to-nose. “Why is it that everything you say sounds dirty?”
It’s a gift.“Because everyone around me has a dirty mind?” He couldn’t resist; he nipped the delicate tip of her nose.
