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    “Angus.” Conall tipped his head, tossed some money on the table and was off through the crowds.
    “Shall we get going then?”  When Angus pulled out his wallet she stopped him with a hand on his arm.
    “Don’t you dare. This is on me, you hear?” She’d be indebted to him for an eternity if he kept this up. She grabbed the check, and pulled out several bills from her wallet, leaving enough to cover the total and a generous tip.
    “Only if ye let me repay ye by cooking ye dinner one of these nights.” When Angus smiled at her, she had to smile back. Maybe by then she’d have a better idea as to whether she should ask Angus for help finding her father.
    She could do it on her own, but he was far more familiar with the people and the area. And finding her dad was her top priority. She’d lived her entire life wondering, questioning, and beating back the insecurities that constantly threatened to creep up on her. Her mom had done her best to give her a normal childhood, but it was hard to ignore that not only was her father nowhere to be found, but her mom refused to say a word about him. There were no pictures of him, no correspondence, not even a name. 
    Rowan was happy to leave behind her thoughts and the crowded pub. Stepping out onto the cobblestone sidewalk, she reveled in the energy of the crisp salt air whipping around her. It left her feeling as if anything was possible.
    Though she didn’t want their day together to end, she knew Angus must be juggling a busy schedule. “You don’t have to show me around if you’re busy. I know you have patients to see.”
    “Nonsense. Anyone who needed seeing to was taken care of this morning, and after all these months of talking to ye online, there’s nothing I want more than to spend the day showing ye the sights.”
    That made her smile. “You’re really sweet, Angus.”
    “Come then. We’ve yet to see the stones, and the coast will be a lovely drive.”
    It didn’t take long to get there, and would make a nice walk from the cottage. Rowan wandered down the path with Angus at her side, the circle of stones sitting off in the distance at the crest of a hill. Purple heather clung to the rocky surface like a patchwork of color dotting the fields, while the sun streaked through the clouds, painting the world in gold. It was beautiful.
    With camera in hand, she paused for a moment and after a few adjustments, took several shots. “Now it’s your turn.”
    “My turn? Very well.” Angus turned towards her, and closed the distance between them, his hand outstretched to take the camera.
    She handed it to him, and then leaned in to point a few things out, her body brushing against his, the feel of him solid with muscles hard and lean under casual clothing. She took a deep breath and tried to concentrate on the matter at hand-though his scent of leather and wool only made matters more difficult. 
    She shook her thoughts free, and did her best to ignore the catch of her pulse. “There are two settings that will affect how much light gets into the camera-your aperture and your shutter speed. If you want to focus on something in the foreground while blurring the background, you want this number here next to the f to be a small number. If you want both the foreground and background to be in focus, then you want a larger number.”
    “Got it. Small number for focusing on a pretty face.” He played with the dials and then held the camera up, pointing it at her.
    She tried to remember how to flirt back, and came up empty. Had she always been this hopeless or was it just the effect Angus had on her? Well, until she figured out how to flirt without batting her eyelashes like a total fool, she’d have to concentrate on taking pictures.
    “You’ll need to focus the image now.” His hand went to the lens at her instruction. “That’s right. Just slowly turn it until my image becomes crisp. Once you have it where you want it, gently depress the