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her mouth, gently forcing her teeth apart and exploring. She wrapped her arms around his neck and he manoeuvred her back onto the grass, lifting his body half on top of her. As they devoured one another hungrily, he grazed his hand up from her waist to her breast, palming it gently.
    She couldn’t believe how easily she had accepted his advance and how quickly her body was responding to his touch. She was usually careful about becoming intimate with a man, yet here she was, making out behind the beer tent with Brodie MacNeil at the Highland games. Fiona's head was swirling and she was very aware of his hardness pressing against her thigh. He groaned as she gently nipped his bottom lip and he thrust his hips against her thigh in response.
    Fiona heard his name being called over the tannoy first. She ripped her mouth away from his and batted his hand away from her breast.
    “What...?” growled Brodie, moving down towards her neck.
    “They're calling you.”
    Brodie cocked his head and nodded when his name came over the tannoy again.
    “Shit, I'm entered into the caber tossing competition.”
    “The caber tossing competition where you throw a big wooden log as far as you can?” She giggled, still aware of his own “caber” pressing against her leg.
    “Yes, what's wrong with that?” He frowned.
    “Oh, em, nothing. It just seems funny. Here, you'll need your sporran. I have a safety pin to hold the chain together for now.” She quickly removed the pin from her bag and fixed the sporran. He grinned as he left her sitting on the grass, blowing her a kiss before he walked around the corner and out of sight.
    Fiona straightened her dress and picked up the two plastic beer cups. Her lips tingled from their kisses and she ached with frustration at the sudden loss of him. Why was she even entertaining the notion of sleeping with Brodie? Surely he didn’t actually want to have sex with her–and she definitely was not going to have sex with him. She’d just broken up with Darren. There was no way she was going to use him as her rebound fling.
    She walked over to watch the caber tossing competition and found Sarah among the other spectators. She stood laughing with her best friend at the array of strong and weak competitors attempting to throw the old telegraph pole as far as they could.
    Brodie won the competition easily. As he had tossed the caber, Fiona's eyes had been glued to his strong arm muscles: arms that had been around her only minutes before. It was almost as if his touch was burned onto her skin.
    When he took the podium to accept the winner's trophy, he looked directly at her and smiled. He was gorgeous. But she couldn’t figure out why she had allowed him to kiss her. She could not fall for him. There were many reasons why the whole idea of a relationship with Brodie MacNeil was ridiculous.
    Then he was at her side.
    “We're all going to the pub now. Are you coming?”
    “I really should get home.” Fiona started to back away. His smell and his grin were intoxicating.
    “Fiona, what's wrong?”
    “Nothing. It's just...”
    “Just what?”
    She turned from him and started walking towards the field gate, which led out onto the main road round the island. After living in the city and driving along three lane motorways, it seemed funny to think of the narrow single track with regular passing places as a main road.  The tarmac fell away steeply to the dark green peat bog on one side and the rough uncultivated expanse of heather on the other. Beyond the peat bog, the sun glinted off the sea–the mainland barely visible to the naked eye. 
    “What happened earlier was... nice, but it can't happen again.”
    “You weren't complaining at the time.”
    “You caught me off guard. Look.” She stopped walking and turned to him, grabbing his arm to stop him from continuing to move. “I'm not ready for a relationship. Besides, we live in very different places. I don't do one-night stands and we can't carry on a