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magnificent. Long, black curls were doing their best to escape a
waist-length braid that now hung down away from her body as she executed a
horizontal spider crawl across the ceiling. Her skin looked as though it would
have been pale, but was a toasted, golden brown dusted with freckles from the
sun, and it was glistening with a fine sheen of sweat. Well-defined muscles in
her arms and legs bunched and strained from maintaining her handholds, but he
had a feeling she would be soft to the touch.
    Get a grip,
man , Jere told himself,
shaking his head. He breathed a silent sigh of relief when the woman reached
the opposite wall and began to repel down to the floor.
    "Thanks,
Amy. I needed that," she said, dusting chalk off her hands and wiping her
face with a hand towel.
    "No
problem, Bo—er, Isla."
    Jeremiah
watched as the blonde sashayed her way over to him with a seductive bounce in her
step. Feeling like meat on a hook, which made him a bit uncomfortable, he
looked down at his feet and shuffled them a little.
    The woman came
to a halt about two feet in front of him and stuck out her hand. "Hello
there! My name's Amy Wyatt. And you are?"
    Jere felt the
familiar twin spots of red appear over his cheekbones, disconcerted by the
woman's predatory gaze.
    "Dr.
Jeremiah Rousseau, ma'am. I'm here for the hiking tour. I'm a little early, so
Callum said I could look around." There were times when Jeremiah cursed
his smooth Cajun drawl, as it often attracted unwanted attention.
    Amy's eyes lit
up and she sidled so close, Jere had to take a step back. "Ooh, a
doctor!" she said excitedly, placing her hand on his arm.
    Shifting
uneasily, Jere tried to dispel her misconception. "PhD, ma'am. Not a
medical doctor."
    Seemingly
unaffected by that revelation, Amy looked up at him and Jere actually thought
she batted her eyelashes. "Where's that accent from? Too cute. And polite
too!"
    The smaller
woman had finished cleaning up and walked up behind Amy. Clapping a hand on
Amy's shoulder, she gently tugged the blonde away from him. "Down girl,
give the man some breathing room. You're sucking all of the oxygen out of the
room."
    Amy just
grinned unapologetically and bounced off to collect the equipment.
Unaccountably grateful for the save, Jeremiah raised his eyes to her face to
thank her.
    "Thanks,
I—" His words stuttered to a halt when huge jade green eyes looked up at
him from under a thick fringe of bangs, and he felt as if he'd been punched in
the gut. He thought she'd been magnificent while climbing, but up close, she
was breathtaking. Her face was dainty and heart-shaped, with high cheekbones
and full lips, the lower one slightly larger. It was her eyes that struck him,
though—a clear, sparkling green rimmed in thick, black lashes, slightly turned
up at the corners. It was the shadows under them, however, that reached out to
him.
    Shaking himself
out of his reverie, Jere cleared his throat and held out his hand. "Jeremiah." Eloquent, dumbass . He hadn't been this flustered by a woman since, well,
ever.
    That gorgeous
mouth quirking up on one side, she took his hand in a firm grip and shook it.
    "Isla
MacAllan. You must be the tenant."
    "Huh? Oh,
right. Yes, I'm renting Callum's cottage."
    Jeremiah had a
chance to look at her some more while she bent to remove her harness and other
gear. She was short—the top of her head barely came up to his chest—and what
little height she had was mostly legs. While on some women such muscle
definition would make them look masculine, on her it was just unbelievably
sexy.
    Isla
straightened and gave him a slightly impatient look. "You're a wee bit
early. I've got to hit the showers and change for the hike. Callum will be back
in the lobby if you want some company."
    "Isn't
Callum leading the hike?"
    "Nope. He
wanted you to have the best. That'd be me."
    "Modesty.
Always a good quality," he said with a wink, inwardly groaning at his lame
comment.
    She just raised
an eyebrow, did that half-smile