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Kind and intelligent and humorous. And when he smiled, it always reached his eyes.
    Maybe he was right-maybe once she settled down and got the answers she needed, then a relationship might not be completely out of the question. But not until she found her father. Until then, she’d need to stay focused on the task at hand. How could she give herself fully to another when she didn’t feel whole? When she had that big ole question mark haunting her? It was no wonder one relationship after another had failed-and she liked Angus far too much to risk ruining things between them.
    Needing to escape before she did something stupid, she slipped around to the other side of the rock, putting some distance between them. It was easy enough to hide behind her camera, and she could always do with some good shots.
    As she wandered around the circle, Angus trailed behind her. There was a grace in his movements and a surefooted ease in his step, despite the rocky surface which kept threatening to leave her with a twisted ankle. He seemed to belong to the place, and it suited him. 
    He’d easily caught up to her with his long stride. “Shall we take a drive down the coast, then?”
    “I’d like that a lot.” Do you mind if we stop by the house first? It’s getting a bit cold, and I didn’t think to bring a jacket.” What had been a relatively mild, if foggy, morning, turned bitter cold with a brisk wind blowing in off the ocean. Her thick sweater just wasn’t cutting it, and she hadn’t brought her pea coat with her.
    “Aye, the weather can be finicky around here, and if ye catch yer death, my mother will have my hide for not taking proper care of ye.”
    They got back to the car, and minutes later were pulling down her drive.
     

Chapter Four
     
    Angus never figured Rowan to have a temper, given that she always seemed so sweet and easygoing. So it caught him off guard when she cursed like a sailor and hopped out of the car, stalking towards the flowers someone had left on her front stoop.
    He followed after her. “Rowan.”
    “What a bastard.” She glanced at the card, cursed some more, and then grabbed the flowers. It didn’t take long for her to find the rubbish bin, and toss in the roses, vase and all.
    “Do I dare ask?” Angus didn’t want to pry, but… bloody hell.
    “Sorry about that.” The words were spoken through gritted teeth as she fished around for her keys and let them in.
    “Why don’t ye sit and I’ll get ye a drink.”  He steered her towards the kitchen while he grabbed the bottle of spirits and a couple of glasses. Pouring the whisky, he thought it best to distract her from the flowers and whoever sent them. “Did ye know I lived here for a short while? For about nine months while I was renovating my place.”
    The smallest of smiles managed to make its way onto her lips. “I was wondering how you knew where everything was stashed. Are you done with your renovations then? My mom and I did most of the work on our house, and given that it was a two-hundred-year-old farmhouse, there was a lot to do.”
    He settled a glass of whisky in front of her and took a seat at her side. His mind drifted to images of her wearing a plaid flannel shirt, her hair pulled back in a perky ponytail, and a tool belt hanging on her hips. Now there would be an image to behold in person. “Och, well, if ye’re handy with a hammer, I’d be happy for yer expertise. I’m afraid I didn’t get as much done as I’d hoped, though I sorted enough of the place to live in while I fix the rest.”
    “I’m happy to help, though I don’t really know what I’m doing either. My mom and I sort of winged it and hoped no one would take a close look.” Another small smile. She took a sip of her whisky and quickly choked on it. “This is strong.”
    “Aye, it can sneak up on ye if ye’re not used to it.” He patted her back as she coughed.
    She seemed more settled, her anger quick to flare and burn out. “The flowers were