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“Mm.” I let my lips nuzzle his hair. “I think so.”

“I suppose that speaks volumes about my performance,” he says with a chuffed laugh.

I tug his hair lightly, clucking my tongue. “Don’t let it go to your head.”

“Och, it’s far too late for that.”

I feel myself grinning, so content in this moment that I have no desire to move. We stay like that for a little while, neither of us really seeming to want to go anywhere, and for the life of me, I can’t say how long it takes the both of us to come back down from what just happened. I’m not even sure I care to know.

Because two things are glaringly obvious to me at this moment. The first is that I absolutely want to do that again. And the second? Well. Lachlan was right. He was absolutely right.

If I lose him…I’m going to fucking regret it.

20

Lachlan

“If you don’t stop looking at me like that, I’m going to smother you.”

I blink when I notice Key is scowling at me from across the table, realizing I’d been staring at the bandage that is just barely peeking out from the hem of my shirt she’s wearing. Honestly, just the sight of her in my clothes would be enough to have me staring—but I can’t pretend that I’m not still internally wincing at the thought of hurting her, even when she insists she’s fine.

“I should have been more careful,” I grumble, taking a sip from my coffee mug.

She waggles her eyebrows as she says, “I like you not being careful, actually.”

“Keyanna MacKay,” I say with a chuckle. “Are you flirting with me?”

“I’m wearing your shirt and no underwear,” she scoffs. “I think the time for flirting has passed.”

“Don’t remind me,” I groan. “I have things to do today that don’t involve taking you back to bed.”

She blinks prettily back at me. “Are you sure?”

“Devil woman,” I mutter, finishing my cup.

It’s strange—or rather, it’s strange hownotstrange it is—Key inmy space. Her looking at me like she’s thinking about me touching her again rather than with vague annoyance. I rather like it, truth be told.

“Has it ever happened before?”

I cock my head. “What?”

“Have you ever lost control like that?”

“No.” I shake my head fervently. “Never. I’m usually very…careful.”

Her grin is wide, and truthfully, rather smug. “So it’s just me, then.”

“Don’t let it go to your head,” I scoff, echoing her words from earlier.

“Oh, it’sfartoo late for that.” She giggles prettily, stretching her arms over her head in an enticing move. “So whatison the agenda for today?”

I set my cup on the table, leaning back in my chair. “Feed the cows, for one.”

“Ugh.” She shudders, making a face. “Pass.”

“What happened to you being a dutiful wee farmhand for your granny?”

“I have you for that now,” she says sweetly.