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two, they had the dishes in the sink, and the food on the counter. “She’ll pack it all away the way she wants-and will likely send us both home with some of it, lest we starve left to our own devices.”
    “Hey, you might be managing just fine, but I’ve yet to figure out the Aga.” She hadn’t told him of her attempt to bake a casserole. It had taken her three hours to get it to cook through. “And now I see where you learned to cook.”
    He leaned back on the counter, his long bare legs stretched out in front of him, his kilt all too… enticing. She knew she was staring-looking him up and down like a construction worker eyeballing a blonde in a red clingy dress cut way too short and far too low. Even her breath was coming in shallow spurts, leaving her light-headed. And in the good mood she was in? Anything and everything seemed possible.
    “Might have to come over and give ye a few cooking lessons.” His gaze took her in with a keen interest, his eyes all too intelligent and missing nothing, the room suddenly feeling too hot and too small.
    She must be blushing, staring, and she’d likely add stammering to that list in just a moment. The lack of oxygen from those cursed shallow breaths was making her want to lean up against him for support-amongst other things.
    And that kilt. Surely, he must know what a kilt and Docs did to a girl.
    He took her hand and slowly pulled her to him so that she nestled between his legs, leaning against him. By the gods, she wanted him-and it was clear he knew it, if his slow smile and the amusement in his eyes were anything to go by.
    Then it changed-amusement was replaced by raw hunger and passion, and he looked ready to devour her, his gaze intense as he took her in, the tension in his muscles coiled tight. Gone was the sweet Angus she knew, replaced by a hunter. He slipped one hand into her hair and fisted it as his arm wrapped around her waist and pinned her to him. He took her in a moment more as her breath caught in her chest and then like a beast let loose, his lips were on hers, taking, tasting, pulling her in. Her world was tipped upside down as she was left clinging to him and their kiss deepened towards something feral, ancient, primal.
    Just as she lost herself in him completely, so that everything else dropped away, so all that mattered was the two of them in that moment, he slowed his kisses. Her heart pounded against her ribs as the aftershocks worked their way through her entire body, leaving her barely able to stand as her knees threatened to buckle.
    All she could do was try to breathe-and ignore the bothered heat pulsing through her body, begging for release. When she finally thought she might manage a few words, it became clear the oxygen had yet to make it to her brain. “Do you kiss all the girls like that?”
    “Only the pretty ones.” His lips tugged into a crooked smile that had her wanting an instant replay of the kiss she’d remember for a lifetime.
    By the time they said goodbye to Angus’s parents and hopped in the car to head home, Rowan’s doubts were niggling their way into her brain, leaving her to wonder just what she was doing with Angus. She really did like him, especially if there were kisses like that to be had. But it could also be a major mistake that would be difficult to take back and recover from. 
    “Ye’re thinking so loud, I can hear ye all the way over here.” He reached out and gave her hand a squeeze. “I shouldn’t have kissed ye.”
    “Probably not.” Did that mean he regretted it?
    “But I did, love. And I’d do it all over again, given half the chance.” He glanced in her direction before turning his eyes back to the road.
    She wanted to groan, torn between throwing herself at him and doing the sensible thing. “I’m no good with this sort of thing, Angus. It always becomes a total mess, with someone getting hurt in the end.” It was nothing but the truth, even if she wanted nothing more than to throw caution