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Wyatt throws two towels at us and gruffly says, “I called in some backup. You are a bit too much for me to handle.”

Without another word, he strides back into the dark barn.

Lachlan unfolds himself from the driver’s seat and jumps to the ground with a thud. Pushing his lips together, I see the amusement dancing through his green eyes.

“I got a text that you and Oliver were in need of some spare clothes?” His mouth cracks into a strained smile. He is trying so hard not to laugh. Oliver reaches for the proffered clothes and heads into the barn to change. I have never witnessed that man move with such agile speed.

I lick my bottom lip, and Lachlan follows the movement of my tongue.

“Don’t I get a kiss?” I ask with a devious glint in my eye.

He calls my bluff and dips his head down in a claiming kiss. I gasp against his mouth. He takes my gasp to deepen the kiss. I relish the feel of his tongue moving against mine for a moment more before he begins to pull away.

I whimper at the loss of his soft lips. My hands are still clasped in front of me holding the towel for dear life.

“Hurricane, I’m a rancher. A little farm life isn’t going to scare me away from kissing you,” he murmurs against the shell of my ear, and I shiver.

Whether it's from his words or the wind against my wet clothes, I don’t know, but he notices it. A wrinkle forms between his eyes, and he searches my eyes for something.

“Are you cold? Did you hit your head again?” he asks, anxiety lacing his tone.

Both his hands gently capture my head as he looks directly into my eyes. His gaze is a force to be reckoned with, but I don’t look away.

“I’m fine, just a little wet and a lot turned on,” I say, my voice coming out low and husky.

The concern is replaced by heat in his eyes. He drops a gentle kiss on my forehead, then turns my shoulder and guides me toward the barn to get changed.

“Let me guess. You brought my alpaca shirt?” I ask.

He hums, “Nope, I want to see you in mine.”

Another quiver shakes my body, and he chuckles as his lips press to the wet skin of my neck.

Chapter 52

Lachlan

Tuesday, July 4

July Fourth arrives before I know it. Ingrid walks past me as I’m filling a drink cooler full of beer, water, and pop. Smiling, I glance at the soda water in my hand and shake my head. Aislinn has changed so much in my life overnight, but for the better. I’ve never bought a case of soda water before. Is it called pop water here? I know she loves the stuff based on the contents of her fridge. It was important to me that her favorite drink was available at her first ranch 4th celebration.

Callum brings a cooler full of meat over to the grill and gets the heat going. Noah saunters out from the kitchen with a tray of cheese and a basket of condiments.

“Did Ingrid rope you into being her runner?” I ask.

He grunts, “Yeah, I figured if I was here, I may as well come over and help instead of hiding in the barn or going home for thirty minutes.”

“It’s always good to have you here,” I say earnestly.

He nods his response as he sets the basket and tray on the table.

“Noah, the other trays are ready!” Ingrid calls from inside.

“I’m being summoned,” he huffs with a smirk.

As I put the last drink in the cooler, soft hands glide up my back, and I shiver.

“Heya, handsome,” Aislinn whispers into my ear.

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