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I don’t think you’re as superficial as you make out.”
    “Then clearly you don’t know me at all,” he said. “Everyone knows there’s only ever one thing on my mind.” She blinked, and his eyebrows lifted in something approaching horror. “Actually, would you believe I was referring to food? I can’t believe I just said that.” They both started laughing. He cleared his throat. “Anyway, to redirect the conversation away from that little faux pas... Tell me, Rose, why are you not happily married with two kids and a mortgage? Why are you still single?”
    She gave him an indignant look. “That’s a bit personal considering we’ve just met.”
    “Ah, but we’re going to be very good friends.”
    “We are?” She was flirting now.
    “Oh yes. And besides, I’m interested. I thought someone would have snapped you up.”
    And I thought Bev would have told you. She turned her gaze out to sea where the wind whipped the edges of the waves and turned them white. “I was. Snapped up, I mean. I moved in with Lee at twenty-one, and we lived together for a couple of years.”
    “What happened?”
    “He died.”
    Hamish stopped walking. “Oh Christ. I’m sorry.”
    She faced him, smiling. “It’s okay—it was nearly three years ago now.”
    “That doesn’t make it any less shitty.”
    “No. No, it doesn’t.”
    “What happened?”
    She sighed. “He was an architect who liked to get his hands dirty. He’d climbed a ladder to investigate the roof of a building he’d designed, and he fell. He was dead by the time the ambulance arrived at the hospital.” It may have been three years since the phone call, but the memory still hit her like a punch to the stomach.
    It must have shown in her face, because Hamish put his arms around her and pulled her against him. “I’m so, so sorry.”
    “It’s okay.” Her voice came out as a squeak. Not so much because of her emotion, but because his arms were warm, and the muscles on his chest were impressively molded, firm beneath her cheek.
    “It’s not, and I was being flippant when I asked why you were single. I didn’t know.”
    “Really, it’s okay.” I don’t mind. You smell really nice.
    He held her for a while, stroking her back, and eventually she relaxed against him, enjoying the contact she’d had so little of since Lee died. She waited for a sweep of guilt for betraying him, but nothing materialized except a kind of tired acceptance that three years was a long time, she was still young, and she didn’t want to spend the rest of her life alone.
    Not that she could consider a relationship with this man. Forces, remember? Breathless and flustered, she pushed back. “Hamish...”
    “Mm?”
    His likeness to his brother made her wonder why, when she’d been introduced to Eamon, she’d felt none of the tingles that threaded through her as she looked up into Hamish’s brown eyes. How strange. What made him so different? Why did she like him so much?
    She bit her lip. She mustn’t think like this, as if destiny was unfolding here. Hormones and pheromones, not Fate, had a grip on her. She had to put things straight before she got carried away. “I should tell you, my father was in the Army.”
    “Oh?”
    “Yes. I had a very unsettled childhood, always moving around. My mother hated it, and they argued about it constantly. I’ve always promised myself I’d never get involved with anyone in the Forces.” She swallowed. “I just think you should know.”
    Would he show impatience, disappointment, or annoyance that she’d wasted his time?
    He met her gaze and held it. Then his lips curved in a smile, which she couldn’t help but echo. “Fair enough,” he said before turning to continue along the road.
    She paused, confused. “You...you still want to walk?”
    His mischievous eyes taunted her. “You’re talking as if I’m only after one thing.”
    “I’m afraid I don’t have any food on me.”
    He laughed. “I’d much rather spend time