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The kiss was a little like the day—it lingered on until I lost all track of time.
When at last he drew away, I didn’t want to let go. My heart had shifted into overdrive, butterflies whirled wildly in my chest, and my skin seemed alight with flame. I needed a minute to compose myself.
Hard to do when he kept pressing quick kisses to my mouth.
“How much time do you have in Edinburgh?” he asked.
I hated to even think it. “Just the one night.”
“Then we should make it count.”
thirty
My emotions tangledinto a knot I couldn’t work free. One minute, I felt light and airy over Duncan, and the next, a weight dropped into my chest knowing the tour was nearly over. Just when misery threatened to sink in, I’d push those thoughts away and focus on the memory of our kisses, leaving my toes tingling all over again.
I rolled onto my side, grinning to myself, toes absolutely going wild.
Harlow had already dressed for the day. “Looks like you had a good night.”
I sat up in bed and stretched, hoping I could mask some of my incriminating happiness. “I did.”
“Where did you go? Unless you can’t go into details.”
“We went on a sight-seeing tour on a seaplane. Then we went out for dinner and the pub.” It didn’t sound like much when I told it like that, but my memories of the evening seemed to last for days.
“How was the seaplane thing?”
“Incredible. I hated it, but I loved it.” That I’d gone at all still shocked me. That I’d survived it and enjoyed myself? A Duncan-induced miracle. “I never would have done anything like that if he hadn’t asked.”
“What else would you do if he asked?” She chucked her pillow at me, and I threw it right back. “Seriously, it’s great to see you guys go all mushy for each other. It’s nice that older people can get a chance at love, too.”
My mouth fell right open. Now I knew how Duncan must have felt when I said he wasof a certain age. “I’m probably only ten years older than you.”
“Yeah. And you’re rocking that middle age thing.”
Oh, sweet baby Jesus, she did not just say that. “Let’s try to end things on a positive note, Harlow. I don’t want to have to throw hands with my roommate on the last day of the trip.”
She laughed but tried to look placating. “My point is, I’m happy for you. It’s cool.”
I guess if I could ignore all her middle-age talk, I appreciated the gist of it.
Unable to delay the inevitable, I checked my phone to see how Lincoln was handling my refusal to step in and work on another site. His email simply said we would discuss it on Monday. I would have laughed if it didn’t sound so ominous. My boss wanted to discuss my resistance to working through my vacation?
Maybe researching labor laws would be an interesting way to pass the return flight.
At breakfast, I inched my chair closer to Duncan’s, needing to be as close as I could for as long as I could. I was being ridiculous over him, but my goodness, did I feel amazing.
“Did you sleep well?” he asked.
I couldn’t look at him—I had a terrible poker face. Sleep hadn’t come easily last night, and the trace of a smirk on his mouth said he knew it.
“Yes, thank you.” Now, I grinned like an idiot. “Did you?”
“No. I was plagued by vivid dreams.”
I shook my head at him, unable to focus on my breakfast. I wanted to hear about those dreams.
“You know,” Rupert said, jabbing his spoon in Duncan’s direction, “our dreams most often represent our unfulfilled desires.”
