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through to her core. “Somehow, ye’ve managed to resist my charms with little difficulty.”
    “Yeah, right. Little difficulty.” She thought of how he made her knees go weak with each kiss, and if it hadn’t been for the lack of privacy in the pub, she’d have jumped him then and there without a second thought. “Your hands are like magic.”
    “Is that so?” He continued to work the knots out of her shoulders, his fingers strong as they pressed and kneaded, leaving her like jelly. “I’ll admit, I don’t often do this-at least not on humans.”
    She looked over her shoulder at him. “What do you mean?”
    “I took a course on therapeutic veterinary massage. Usually, I work on horses, but the same principles apply.”
    “ Horses? ” A smile sprung to her lips, finding it all too funny. “Either way, you’re damn good.” With a sigh of contentment, she leaned back against him, needing to feel more than just his touch. He wrapped an arm across her chest and snuggled her close.
    “It’s one of my many hidden talents. Just don’t tell anyone, or I’ll have all the old biddy’s lining up outside my surgery, looking to have their trotters rubbed.”
    She burst out laughing. “You’re so bad, Angus. So very, very bad.”
    “Aye. Rotten to the core.”  He nipped at her ear.
    Though her body thrummed with need, she couldn’t fully enjoy herself when her mind kept straying back to finding her mom’s roommate. Hopefully, Angus wouldn’t hate her for what she was about to ask.
    “Angus… you said Conall was good with computers. Do you think he could help me track down Imogen?”
    He let out a deep sigh, and loosened his hold on her as she turned to face him. “I don’t know, love. It’d depend on whether or not there’s information out there to be found, and more importantly, if he’s willing to help ye. He’s a cantankerous sort-and that’s when he’s in a good mood.”
    “But if the information did exist, he’d be able to find it, right?”
    Angus ran a brisk hand through his hair with another weary sigh, as he clearly mulled things over in his head. “Aye. He’d be able to help. Truth is he’s more of a legal hacker-testing the security of corporations. If there’s something out there, then he’d be capable of finding it- if he wanted to help ye.”
    She smiled. “Leave that to me.”
    He groaned in mock protest, as a crooked smile crept to his lips. “That’s what I’m afraid of, love.”
    Yet he had nothing to worry about. Not the way he looked at her, the way he made her feel… it was as if she was the only one who mattered, as if anything was possible. “You’re amazing, Angus. You know that, right?”
    She could resist him no longer. Slipping her hands around his neck, she leaned forward and kissed him, her breath mingling with his, their pulses beating as one. She lost herself in him as their kiss deepened, his hands slipping to her waist to pull her close, his muscles hard against the curves of her body. Her breath hitched as she lost herself in him, her body thrumming with the want of him.
    When he slowed their kiss and pulled away, the look on his face sent her stomach plummeting.
    “Rowan…” He brushed her cheek with his thumb, her face cupped in his hand. “What are we doing, love? Not that I’m complaining, mind ye. But…”
    The way they were going, she knew it’d only be a matter of time before they’d be having this discussion. “I don’t know. But do we have to analyze it and put a name on it? I really like you, Angus. Isn’t that enough?”
    “Is it?” He brushed a curl from her face, his touch hot against her skin. “I don’t know what ye’re looking for, love, but ye’ve said ye don’t want anything serious, and I’m afraid I’ve ne’er been the kind for a one-night stand.”
    Damn it. She liked him-a lot. “I wish I was ready for something more, because you’re as perfect as they come. But I don’t think I can manage anything serious