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relationship with me living in Glasgow and you living on Kilrigh.”
    “Well, I can't help thinking you're jumping the gun after one kiss, but ignoring that, if it came to it, one of us could move.”
    “Brodie, you're a farmer. There are not a lot of jobs in the city for someone with a degree in agriculture. Besides, you have to take over the estate one day. And I sure as hell am not coming back here to live.”
    “Why not? Bert is looking for someone to take over the vet's practice. He wants to retire.”
    “And then I can spend the rest of my life with my hand up the backsides of all the cows on the island? I don't think so.”
    “What happened that caused you to hate your home so much?” he asked suddenly.
    “Nothing. I just like having a shop around the corner in case I run out of milk at short notice and clothes shops a twenty minute journey away.”
    “If we run out of milk here, we either drink our coffee black or we go out first thing in the morning and collect a jug of milk fresh from the milking machine tank. And we have the internet for shopping or we go for a weekend trip to Glasgow. You speak as though living in the city is somehow superior to living on Kilrigh. Well, we may not be as cultured as the city folk, Fee, but at least we don't end up sleeping with the girl from accounts.”
    She gasped at his arrogance. How dare he? Before she realised, her hand had come up to slap him soundly on the cheek, but he was too quick. He caught her forearm firmly in his hand and leaned down to whisper in her ear.
    “Don't ever try to hit me or anyone else again.” Brodie let go of her arm instantly. “Now, stop pouting and come to the pub. There will be lots of us there and I promise not to try to molest you again. I also promise not to propose marriage to you and actually make you think about staying on Kilrigh.”
    He put his hand gently on the small of her back and guided her out of the field and down the road to the village. His gentle but familiar touch sent a shiver up her spine. There was no denying it now. She wanted Brodie. She wanted him to run his rough fingers up her naked body, to find out if he was a true Scotsman and to be able to forget everything for a short time and just enjoy being with him.

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    Fiona found herself being whirled around the pub floor in an energetic jig by Gregor Kincaid. Gregor was a couple of years younger than she and Brodie. He was a tall, blond, muscular drummer in the pipe band and was also used to working hard since he had taken over his own croft after his father’s death a few years earlier. He had been trying to charm his way into her affections all evening and had bought her a couple of drinks earlier. He was confident and a complete flirt. She had tried to buy him a drink in return so no one thought she was interested in the younger man, but he had refused.
    Throughout the evening she had watched Brodie, acutely aware of exactly where he was at any given time. They had regularly made eye contact and each time he had grinned at her, it heated her core.
    The small folk band that had been playing since they had arrived slowed down the tempo and Fiona took the opportunity to thank Gregor for the dance and go to the bar for a drink.
    She felt Brodie's presence behind her before he spoke. He was almost flush against her as he placed his hands gently on her hips.
    “I have something for you,” he rasped.
    “Really?” She smiled and handed over money to the barman. She stifled a groan as he tightened his grip on her waist. As warmth pooled in her belly she struggled to maintain control. She forced herself to thank the barman and collected her change, dropping it into her bag without bothering to find her purse.
    “Yes. My mother always says, 'neither a borrower nor a lender be.'”
    Brodie brought his hand towards her face. Between his fingers was the safety pin she had given him earlier. She took it from him and laughed as he pushed himself closer to her,