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I turn her chair to face me as I drop down to crouch between her legs, giving in to the urge to touch her again as I palm the outside of her thighs. “Is that right?”

“Mhm.” Her knees part ever so slightly, and I can hear the way her breath has quickened. “I think so.”

“I could think of several things that I would rather be doing than socializing,” I tell her.

Her smile is coy. “Why put off for tomorrow what you can do today? Or right fucking now, actually.”

“Now you’re making sense,” I hum, turning my face to press a kiss to the inside of her knee. “Scoot up a wee bit, and I’d be happy to oblige.”

The way she rushes to do as I’ve asked would make me want totease her any other time, but when she parts her legs, I seem to forget what words are.

“I thought you had to feed the cows,” she says breathily as I grasp her by the knees and throw them over my shoulders.

She gasps when my tongue first swipes between the already-slick folds of her cunt, and I shudder at her taste. “After you feed me, I think.”

Her groan could be from the bad joke or my touch.

I quickly become too distracted to ask.

Three hours later, I find myself surrounded by dozens of people in the field behind The Clever Pech, watching Key chat with Rory a few meters away from where I’ve been stacking old whiskey barrels. She did end up helping me feed the cows—although I suspect what I did to her in my kitchen may have made it hard for her to say no—and since she did not, in fact, get mauled by one of the overgrown hairy puppies, she seems up to doing it again. Maybe.

And what’s stranger than that is that Iwanther to do it again. I want her to help me every day. Hell, I just want her around. I wonder all over again how my attitude toward the smart-mouthed, beautiful redhead could have done such a one-eighty so quickly.

“If you keep staring at her like that, you’re likely to burn a hole in her face.”

I shoot a glare at Blair’s smirking face, dropping the barrel I had definitely just been standing there holding and trying not to look guilty. “Don’t know what you mean.”

“Oh, I think you do,” she laughs. “I know a moonstruck numpty when I see one.” She elbows me in the side. “What exactly happened at Greer castle, eh?”

I grunt, picking up another barrel and moving it to the end of the line where the obstacle course is going up. “Don’t you have other people to bother?”

“But you’re my favorite person to bother,” she says sweetly, fluttering her eyelashes.

“I’ll have to let Molly know she’s been replaced.”

Blair narrows her eyes before turning her head to gaze at the daughter of the feed shop owner with interest, watching Molly tie a ribbon between two trees to mark a finish line.

“Still haven’t puzzled whether or not she’d let me toss her around a bit,” Blair muses.

I shake my head. “You really are no better than a man.”

“Don’t be sexist,” she tuts. “And stop trying to distract me. You’ve been making goo-goo eyes at Keyanna since the two of you showed up here.Together, I might add. Don’t think I didn’t notice.”

“We do live in the same place,” I point out.

Blair stares at me with open disdain for several seconds, finally blowing out an exasperated breath. “All right, then. Keep your secrets.”

“You expecting a big turnout this year?” I ask, changing the subject.

She bobs her head. “Oh, aye, aye. Isla says her boys are coming in from uni.”

“More twins?” I make a face. “Just what we need.”

“They’re big and strapping and can throw the tires around. They’ll make for good eye candy.”

I frown at that, sneaking a glance at Key. Isla’s boys aren’t that much younger than her. I wonder…I shake my head. I’m enough of a beast without working myself into a tizzy about fictional situations regarding the woman I’ve slept withonce.

Even if I’m desperate to do it again.