matter
how she came to him. An angel had landed on his doorstep and there was magic
between them. He would kick himself if he didn ’ t explore it while he had the chance.
Was it really a concern that she ’ d come out to Glengarry Homestead under false
pretences?
Though he ’ d like to
get to the bottom of it, he couldn ’ t help
feeling that he was falling for her big time!
He ’ d wanted to kiss
her - still did - but, she was so skittish and the cows had waited long enough
to be milked.
Then she ’ d turned
the hose on him and he ’ d come alive. It was a wakeup call to him.
How long had it been since he ’ d had any fun?
He ’ d
been celibate for years. He ’ d told himself if he kept busy to the point of
exhaustion, he could live without it.
Kirra came into the kitchen, dressed in a floral skirt
and a yellow top. Her honey-blonde hair bounced around her shoulders. She
looked radiant, and Jared felt like the sunshine had come into the room with
her.
His heart beat faster beneath his chest and while he
shook the fry-pan with sizzling bacon, he gave her a crooked smile.
‘ I ’ m starving, ’ she said, bending over give Jesse a pat. ‘ I could eat a horse. ’
‘Don’t let my horses hear you say that,’ he teased, his gaze drawn to her
smooth, shapely legs and bare feet. ‘They’ll run away and never come back.’
Straightening up, Kirra laughed. ‘It’s a metaphor.’
‘I know. Bacon and eggs, hearty enough? ’
‘ Yes please and cereal and orange juice and toast. ’
‘You are hungry!’
‘Calories out,
calories in,’ she said, giving him a smug smile, when it registered that he
seemed to be enjoying their banter. ‘Must be the country air.’
He ’ d
changed into a black t-shirt and a fresh pair of well-worn jeans. The yellow
daisy apron he could lose, was tied about his waist, but it was practical and
kind of cute. He probably knew bacon fat splatter was hard to wash out of any
kind of material.
His eyebrows arched. ‘ We might have to ration our food supply at this rate. ’
‘ I guess I ’ m not used
to so much physical activity in the morning. My energy is spent. ’
‘ I ’ ll handle the
evening milking alone. I promised you time to rewrite your article. ’
‘ Yes, about that, ’ Kirra
said, heading towards the sink. She washed her hands thoroughly. ‘ Can I use your phone to call Elise before breakfast to
find out what changes are necessary? ’
‘ Sure. ’
‘ I can ’ t believe I left
my mobile phone at home, ’ she said, annoyed with herself. ‘ Elise should still be at home at this hour. Her fiancé
plays Rugby League Sunday afternoons now that the season has started. Elise
loves to cheer him on. ’
Jared scooped up the bacon and shared it between two
plates. ‘ Rugby League style of football is such a dangerous
game. There are many injuries. They have such little protection. ’
‘ But it’s so exciting! Phil plays on the wing and when
he makes a break down the side-line, then dives in the corner to score a try,
it certainly gives an adrenaline rush more than anything I know. ’
‘ More than anything? ’ he mocked
wryly and gave her a challenging glance.
‘ Certainly not. I mean, yes. Oh! ’ She blushed in confusion, knowing exactly what he
meant.
‘ You look so beautiful when you blush. ’
The comment only made her cheeks rosier. ‘ I ’ ll set the table, ’ she said, doing her best to ignore his virile body
and potent scent.
He cracked three eggs into the fry-pan. ‘ You still have a few moments to make your call, ’ he said.
‘ Can I take some juice with me? ’ she asked, her stomach rumbling.
He nodded and handed her a glass of it.
Accidentally brushing his finger-tips, instantly
zapped her with a spark of awareness so powerful, she almost dropped the glass.
She had to get away, before she did something far worse than drop a glass.
‘ Thanks, ’ she murmured, taking a quick sip.
how she came to him. An angel had landed on his doorstep and there was magic
between them. He would kick himself if he didn ’ t explore it while he had the chance.
Was it really a concern that she ’ d come out to Glengarry Homestead under false
pretences?
Though he ’ d like to
get to the bottom of it, he couldn ’ t help
feeling that he was falling for her big time!
He ’ d wanted to kiss
her - still did - but, she was so skittish and the cows had waited long enough
to be milked.
Then she ’ d turned
the hose on him and he ’ d come alive. It was a wakeup call to him.
How long had it been since he ’ d had any fun?
He ’ d
been celibate for years. He ’ d told himself if he kept busy to the point of
exhaustion, he could live without it.
Kirra came into the kitchen, dressed in a floral skirt
and a yellow top. Her honey-blonde hair bounced around her shoulders. She
looked radiant, and Jared felt like the sunshine had come into the room with
her.
His heart beat faster beneath his chest and while he
shook the fry-pan with sizzling bacon, he gave her a crooked smile.
‘ I ’ m starving, ’ she said, bending over give Jesse a pat. ‘ I could eat a horse. ’
‘Don’t let my horses hear you say that,’ he teased, his gaze drawn to her
smooth, shapely legs and bare feet. ‘They’ll run away and never come back.’
Straightening up, Kirra laughed. ‘It’s a metaphor.’
‘I know. Bacon and eggs, hearty enough? ’
‘ Yes please and cereal and orange juice and toast. ’
‘You are hungry!’
‘Calories out,
calories in,’ she said, giving him a smug smile, when it registered that he
seemed to be enjoying their banter. ‘Must be the country air.’
He ’ d
changed into a black t-shirt and a fresh pair of well-worn jeans. The yellow
daisy apron he could lose, was tied about his waist, but it was practical and
kind of cute. He probably knew bacon fat splatter was hard to wash out of any
kind of material.
His eyebrows arched. ‘ We might have to ration our food supply at this rate. ’
‘ I guess I ’ m not used
to so much physical activity in the morning. My energy is spent. ’
‘ I ’ ll handle the
evening milking alone. I promised you time to rewrite your article. ’
‘ Yes, about that, ’ Kirra
said, heading towards the sink. She washed her hands thoroughly. ‘ Can I use your phone to call Elise before breakfast to
find out what changes are necessary? ’
‘ Sure. ’
‘ I can ’ t believe I left
my mobile phone at home, ’ she said, annoyed with herself. ‘ Elise should still be at home at this hour. Her fiancé
plays Rugby League Sunday afternoons now that the season has started. Elise
loves to cheer him on. ’
Jared scooped up the bacon and shared it between two
plates. ‘ Rugby League style of football is such a dangerous
game. There are many injuries. They have such little protection. ’
‘ But it’s so exciting! Phil plays on the wing and when
he makes a break down the side-line, then dives in the corner to score a try,
it certainly gives an adrenaline rush more than anything I know. ’
‘ More than anything? ’ he mocked
wryly and gave her a challenging glance.
‘ Certainly not. I mean, yes. Oh! ’ She blushed in confusion, knowing exactly what he
meant.
‘ You look so beautiful when you blush. ’
The comment only made her cheeks rosier. ‘ I ’ ll set the table, ’ she said, doing her best to ignore his virile body
and potent scent.
He cracked three eggs into the fry-pan. ‘ You still have a few moments to make your call, ’ he said.
‘ Can I take some juice with me? ’ she asked, her stomach rumbling.
He nodded and handed her a glass of it.
Accidentally brushing his finger-tips, instantly
zapped her with a spark of awareness so powerful, she almost dropped the glass.
She had to get away, before she did something far worse than drop a glass.
‘ Thanks, ’ she murmured, taking a quick sip.
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