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feeling like an ass for saying all those things to him. “I just needed you to understand.”
    “And I do, lass. Doona fret over it. My hide is thicker than most, so it’ll take more than your honest words to rile me.”
    “I’d almost like to see that,” she said with a grin. As soon as the words were out, she wasn’t sure where they had come from. Ronnie cleared her throat. “Why don’t you take the rest of the evening to look around? We’re wrapping things up for the night, and Andy and Pete are around if you need anything. First thing in the morning, I’ll give you your duties.”
    “Sounds good. Only, you might want to think of covering that,” Arran said as he pointed to the twelve-foot-by-four-foot section of newly excavated soil. “There’s about to be a downpour.”
    “They said not until sometime tomorrow.”
    “Scottish weather is as fickle as I’ve seen. You can no’ trust what weathermen say. You must learn to read the weather yourself, lass.”
    Ronnie looked at the section. They’d dug just four inches, but already they had found bits of broken pottery. After three years in Scotland, she knew how changeable the weather was. If it rained, there was no telling what would get washed away. And she knew something was there, waiting to be discovered.
    Yet covering it now would put them behind schedule.
    The other six sections they had been digging on for over a month were already covered to shield 90 percent of the rain.
    Ronnie glanced at the sky before she looked at the new section. There was something important underneath all that dirt. She knew it in her soul.
    She felt it.
    It wasn’t something she told anyone, but that same feeling was what led her to so many finds on her past digs. Her … gift … was what made her famous, but it was a secret she would have to take to the grave. There wasn’t a soul she could trust with such knowledge.
    “Andy!” she called. “Cover the new section ASAP. Rain is coming!”
    Andy gave a nod, and instantly the diggers moved while others hurried to cover the section. Ronnie was surprised when Arran rushed to help.
    So surprised that it took her a moment before she followed suit. As they all struggled with the bright blue tarp, the wind howled around them, trying its best to jerk the canvas out of their hands.
    It wasn’t until the tarp was staked securely in the ground that Ronnie looked up. And found golden eyes watching her, assessing her. The pull she’d felt earlier tugged her toward him.
    She kept her feet rooted to the spot somehow, but there was no denying she wanted Arran. His kisses, his touch, his … body.
    A heartbeat later, the first fat raindrop landed on her cheek. Before she could gain her feet, the heavens unleashed a rainstorm like none she had ever seen.
    While everyone rushed to get out of the driving rain, Ronnie checked the stakes one more time before she moved on to the next section and the tentlike structures that had been erected over the freshly dug sites.
    The rain soaked through her jeans, but her jacket, which was waterproof, helped to keep her upper body mostly dry. The way the wind lashed, the jacket couldn’t stop all of it.
    And the droplets running down her face and head into the neck of her shirt were quickly drenching her.
    As she checked one of the ropes of the structures covering a dig, another came loose of its knot and began to flap wildly in the wind.
    Ronnie jumped for it, but it seemed to go higher, as if teasing her. Suddenly, a shadow loomed behind her as a large hand grabbed the rope.
    She jerked around to find Arran. He blinked the rain out of his eyes, and with a nod, knelt to retie the rope. She didn’t watch him or the way the wet tee clung to his back so his muscles moved and bunched as he worked.
    At least she tried not to.
    It was difficult when he so big. She wasn’t a tiny person, but he made her feel that way.
    She stepped back to put some distance between them when she tripped over one of