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“One swing of a fist between your legs, and you’ll be my bitch.” She nudged me back and stood in front of me. “Now help me get in this bloody lorry before I drive myself.”
I put my hands on her waist like I had earlier and deliberately took a step closer to her. She tensed, and her upper back pressed against my chest as she inhaled deeply.
Well.
It looked like I wasn’t the only one having issues with attraction.
“One,” I said quietly into her ear. “Two. Three.”
She pushed off the ground right as I lifted her, and just as she had back at home, she made it safely into the cab this time.
But not without another little huff of indignance.
Boy, she did not like me.
That was more amusing than it should have been.
“You’re welcome,” I said, pushing the door shut.
She pursed her lips as I rounded the front of the truck and got in. “Let’s just get this over with.”
“Why? Do you have somewhere to be?”
“Yes. It’s wherever you are not.”
I laughed and pulled away from the cottage. “Believe it or not, I do have things to do that don’t include cleaning up your mess. I text my mother and it is supposed to be Kellie doing the cake, so I’m not sure how that information never made it to your friend.”
Sophie frowned, looking down at her hands in her lap. “You saw it. That’s all the information I have for the cake. If Cam knew it was supposed to be Kellie doing it, that’s what she would have given me.”
“I’m not saying she wouldn’t have. It’s quite clear that you have both the final plan and what’s essentially a scrapbook of ideas, so there must have been a miscommunication somewhere.”
“Mm.” She turned to look out of the window. “Must have been.”
“Didn’t you speak to her?”
“She hasn’t replied yet. Whatever you’re thinking, this has to be a mistake. She’s taking enough of a risk by sending me here without her making sure she’s giving me the correct information.”
“Hey.” I glanced over at her. “I’m not saying anything like that. It’s her business after all, and you’re not in the greatest situation right now.”
She made a noise that sounded a little like agreement. “Thanks for close captioning my pain.”
I bit back a laugh and pulled up outside Kellie’s cottage. It wasn’t that dissimilar to Bluebell Cottage—most places weren’t this far into the countryside—and since all the cottages were built around the same time, they all had the same setup inside. The only difference was really the exteriors which had been extended, secured, and decorated to the owner’s taste.
“How should I introduce you? Camilla or Sophie?” I asked, looking over at her. “I don’t know who knows who you are and who doesn’t.”
“You and Henry,” she said slowly. “Cait, but I can tell her, and obviously Nora knows. But I can ask her to keep that to herself.”
“All right. Let’s go, Camilla.”
“Ugh.” She got out of the truck with a squeak when her feet hit the ground, and I shook my head as I locked the vehicle and headed towards the door.
She wasn’t having a good day, was she?
I knocked on the scarlet red door and stepped back. Kellie’s arrival was preceded by the incessant barking of her two cocker spaniels, and the door was barely open an inch when they shoved their way out and circled my legs emphatically.
“Oh, bugger it!” Kellie said, shoving the door wide open. “Biscuit! Trifle! Get inside!”
I burst out laughing. “It’s always funnier when you shout it angrily.”
