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Jaysus, why was he thinking about all this right now? It was barely six in the feckin’ morning. If he was going to go wallowing, he might as well wait till it was late enough to justify a good stiff glass of whiskey.
“Calla. Hey. How long have you been up?”
Liam looked up at Mack’s question and paused. It was the woman from last night. Liam cringed. The one he’d first mistaken for a lad.
She was wearing overalls again but instead of a shapeless flannel shirt underneath, she had on a form-fitting long-sleeved thermal that emphasized her small but toned arms. Her hair was pulled back in a tiny ponytail, little wisps escaping all around her face.
Damn, she was pretty. It hadn’t just been his dick’s drunken response to seeing a half-naked woman last night. Here it was, arse-o’clock in the morning and she was still pretty as a peach. He felt like even more of an eejit for mistaking her for a man.
She only glanced up momentarily from the stall she was mucking out. “Oh. Hey guys.”
Jeremiah had finally joined them and several long moments of silence passed, everyone just staring at Calla. Mack finally whistled. “Damn, you’ve got five stalls done already. Trying to impress the boss on your first day?”
Liam was about to call him out for being a rude bastard but Calla only smiled and shook her head. “Just used to farm life. Been waking up at four a.m. for as long as I can remember.”
Her voice was a low, soothing alto. And the more Liam looked at her, the more he realized that, fuck, she wasn’t just pretty. She was really pretty.
Maybe not in an obvious way, with that square jaw and strong nose. More like a young Meryl Streep. As different as could be from the plastic fake-boobed betty he’d almost banged last night. This girl had a healthy tan like she was used to being outdoors regularly. And she was obviously used to hard work.
“You slackers gonna help me out or just stand there staring? I loaded up the hay nets a bit ago and have just started turning the horses out.”
Nicholas nodded. “Mack and I will take the horses in the East Barn.” He started toward the far barn door but Mack didn’t move to follow.
“Why don’t you take Jeremiah today?” Mack said. “I’m happy to stay here and help Calla.”
She’d gone back to shoveling but looked up at hearing her name. Pink entered her cheeks as she locked eyes with Mack.
“I’ll just get a pitchfork so I can join you.” Mack’s voice went almost soft as he said it. A small smile crossed her face before she went back to her work.
What the feck was going on? Mack hated everybody. And he didn’t smile. Ever.
Liam felt his jaw going hard as Mack walked to the far side of the barn to grab a pitchfork and shovel.
Was Calla actually buying into his bullshit? Last night was a little fuzzy, but if Liam remembered right, the two of them had been cozied up by the counter when he and the twins stumbled in the back door. He knew some girls got off on the thrill of the whole bad-boy tattooed thing. One glance, though, and he would have guessed this woman wouldn’t be pulled in by that shite.
Then he cringed. Well, he supposed on very first glance he’d already shoved his foot in it by mistaking her for a man. That would be hard to recover from.
But if there was one thing in life Liam O’Neill was good at, it was charming women. And the occasional man if the situation was just right, but that was neither here nor there.
What was important now was saving her from being screwed over by Mackenzie. Mack was an ex-con, for Christ’s sake. He’d done eight years hard time.
For whatever reason Xavier didn’t seem to have a problem with that but Liam sure as hell did. And if it fell to him to save the fair maiden from the bastard’s wiles, well, sometimes sacrifices had to be made.
And suddenly Liam was determined to do just that. Liam put on his most charming grin and walked over to where Calla was still shoveling. “I wanted to apologize for me behavior last night. Bad lighting and too much whiskey.” He gave a short, self-deprecating laugh.
She looked up at him, eyebrows furrowing like she didn’t understand why he was intruding on her space. Damn, she was going to be a tough nut to crack, wasn’t she? Liam couldn’t remember the last time a woman had posed a genuine challenge.
And the fact that he’d be stealing her out from under Mackenzie, who obviously wanted her too?
Just icing on the cake.
“So, ya like horses?” Liam leaned a shoulder against the stall she was mucking out.
