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colleagues on the boat. My mom always pushed me to follow my dreams. She's the reason I'm here, maintaining my own boat, giving tours of Loch Ness. She also makes the best potato leek soup in all of Scotland."
Gail raised an eyebrow. "Is that so?"
Flynn crossed his arms, his plate empty. "So."
They were lucky their son visited. A lot of men, like her cousins, took off after college and came home once a year. But she didn't want a mama's boy either. He didn't live with them, did he? Gail tossed her next comment out to see his response. "They're lucky you settled nearby."
Flynn shrugged. "I had to, considering the circumstances."
Gail put her spoon down, waiting for him to elaborate, but his eyes strayed to the fiddle group as they launched into a jig. What circumstances?
Flynn offered his hand. "Want to dance?"
"Naw. We'd be the only onesâ¦" Her eyes strayed to the other side of the room where another couple abandoned their seats by the fireplace and took center stage. Gail glanced down at her empty bowl of soup. Guess I can't use that as an excuse either. "I'm not a good dancer."
Flynn grabbed her hand as if her response was a yes. "Neither am I."
He pulled her up and dragged her to the dance floor. They twirled around, stepping on each other's feet and laughing. The tempo increased, and they struggled to keep up.
"This is better than going to the gym," Gail said between gasps for breath.
"More fun as well." Flynn flashed a smile.
Behind them, the fiddles launched into a ballad, and the pace of the music slowed.
Great. Saved by the bell â or the fiddle, in this case. Gail glanced at the other couple, thinking they'd return to their seats, but the woman placed her head on the man's shoulder and they slow-danced.
Gail's heart jumped to her throat. The last time she'd slow-danced had been at her high school prom with Dwayne the science geek. Her stomach flipped.
She turned her head back. Flynn stood waiting in front of her with a smile. Gail froze. Should she get involved with a member of her research team, a believer in the Loch Ness monster? He looked so hot dressed in his captain's uniform. And those eyesâ¦
What's one dance going to do?
She wrapped her arms around his neck and he placed his hands on her hips like a gentleman. Her mind, however, thought about unladylike things â like how his callused fingers would feel like on her bare skin.
Flynn leaned down and whispered in her ear, "You're not so uptight when you want to relax."
She rose on her tiptoes and gave his sass right back, her lips brushing his ear. "You're not so crazy when you want to be."
The song ended with a melancholy cadence. Flynn stepped back and twirled her around. Her floral skirt fanned out around her heels. Maybe dressing up wasn't such a bad idea?
The tempo quickened, and they spun around until she shrieked and laughed, burying her face in his shirt. They danced for two more songs, then landed in a tumble back at their table.
Flynn slipped a fifty in the leather-bound bill container.
Gail grabbed her purse. "I thought the drinks were on me?"
He winked, making her feel like she was some special secret. "You can get the next one."
Was he inferring a second date?
Gail stood and smoothed down her skirt. She agreed before she let herself think about the consequences. "Okay."
****
The slate waters of Loch Ness appeared in the window, and an eerie sense of unfinished business stirred in Gail's stomach. Sure, she'd had a great date with Flynn, but now they were back to being research associates.
A gold vehicle sat off the road that circled the cabin. Flynn pulled up behind it. "Looks like Tom got here early."
A current of disappointment flowed through Gail and she stifled her rampant emotions. Could she trust herself alone with Flynn in the cabin? Probably not. So it was good Tom had arrived early.
"Where's Tom from, anyway?" The shady videographer didn't seem to have a Scottish accent. To Gail, he sounded
Gail raised an eyebrow. "Is that so?"
Flynn crossed his arms, his plate empty. "So."
They were lucky their son visited. A lot of men, like her cousins, took off after college and came home once a year. But she didn't want a mama's boy either. He didn't live with them, did he? Gail tossed her next comment out to see his response. "They're lucky you settled nearby."
Flynn shrugged. "I had to, considering the circumstances."
Gail put her spoon down, waiting for him to elaborate, but his eyes strayed to the fiddle group as they launched into a jig. What circumstances?
Flynn offered his hand. "Want to dance?"
"Naw. We'd be the only onesâ¦" Her eyes strayed to the other side of the room where another couple abandoned their seats by the fireplace and took center stage. Gail glanced down at her empty bowl of soup. Guess I can't use that as an excuse either. "I'm not a good dancer."
Flynn grabbed her hand as if her response was a yes. "Neither am I."
He pulled her up and dragged her to the dance floor. They twirled around, stepping on each other's feet and laughing. The tempo increased, and they struggled to keep up.
"This is better than going to the gym," Gail said between gasps for breath.
"More fun as well." Flynn flashed a smile.
Behind them, the fiddles launched into a ballad, and the pace of the music slowed.
Great. Saved by the bell â or the fiddle, in this case. Gail glanced at the other couple, thinking they'd return to their seats, but the woman placed her head on the man's shoulder and they slow-danced.
Gail's heart jumped to her throat. The last time she'd slow-danced had been at her high school prom with Dwayne the science geek. Her stomach flipped.
She turned her head back. Flynn stood waiting in front of her with a smile. Gail froze. Should she get involved with a member of her research team, a believer in the Loch Ness monster? He looked so hot dressed in his captain's uniform. And those eyesâ¦
What's one dance going to do?
She wrapped her arms around his neck and he placed his hands on her hips like a gentleman. Her mind, however, thought about unladylike things â like how his callused fingers would feel like on her bare skin.
Flynn leaned down and whispered in her ear, "You're not so uptight when you want to relax."
She rose on her tiptoes and gave his sass right back, her lips brushing his ear. "You're not so crazy when you want to be."
The song ended with a melancholy cadence. Flynn stepped back and twirled her around. Her floral skirt fanned out around her heels. Maybe dressing up wasn't such a bad idea?
The tempo quickened, and they spun around until she shrieked and laughed, burying her face in his shirt. They danced for two more songs, then landed in a tumble back at their table.
Flynn slipped a fifty in the leather-bound bill container.
Gail grabbed her purse. "I thought the drinks were on me?"
He winked, making her feel like she was some special secret. "You can get the next one."
Was he inferring a second date?
Gail stood and smoothed down her skirt. She agreed before she let herself think about the consequences. "Okay."
****
The slate waters of Loch Ness appeared in the window, and an eerie sense of unfinished business stirred in Gail's stomach. Sure, she'd had a great date with Flynn, but now they were back to being research associates.
A gold vehicle sat off the road that circled the cabin. Flynn pulled up behind it. "Looks like Tom got here early."
A current of disappointment flowed through Gail and she stifled her rampant emotions. Could she trust herself alone with Flynn in the cabin? Probably not. So it was good Tom had arrived early.
"Where's Tom from, anyway?" The shady videographer didn't seem to have a Scottish accent. To Gail, he sounded
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