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Timothy stood there, staring at me and making my body burn for an indefinite period of time. I flushed the wound a few more times and applied the poultice before the bandage.
Finally, I blurted, “For the love of God, say whatever it is you’re dying to say before you burn a hole in my back.”
He remained silent.
I glanced up, wondering if he’d stroked out while I finished the bandage. “I’m not on your land, so you can’t accuse a McClary of poisoning your soil. I’m fully clothed, dry, and wearing a bra this time, so my boobs aren’t going to launch a sneak attack on you.”
His lips twitched upward. Then he drawled, low and rough, “I don’t think they were attacking me.”
My hand stilled on the bandage. I glanced up.
His eyes dropped to my chest, which was fully covered by the coveralls, before lifting back to my eyes.
“I think,” he said, voice dark as midnight, “they were inviting me to attack them.”
Heat slammed through me so hard I nearly dropped the wrap. My mouth went dry. My brain, apparently concussed by lust, offered nothing useful except: Well, he’s not wrong.
I swallowed.
His eyes dropped to the bruises on my wrist. All lightness dropped from his body.
“How’s my cow?” Mr. Almond boomed into the barn.
“She’s good,” I called out, falsely cheerful. “Just finishing up.”
Mr. Almond cuffed Timothy on the shoulder. “So, what do you think? You want to buy her?”
“I’ll take the tractor, Keith, but I can’t pick it up until later in the week.” Timothy’s voice was professional and no longer that dark-as-midnight tone.
“Excellent.” Mr. Almond waved at me. “Have you met Dr. Stevens yet?”
“She works for my brother. So, yes, we’ve met.”
“That’s right. Josh Hurst part owns Vision Veterinary. Well, you should get Gia out to your place. She’s magic with the cows.”
“Thanks,” I muttered.
Timothy’s gaze met mine. “Perhaps I will sometime.”
Then he left.
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