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Lake traced his index finger over the ie of Kirsty on a runway in Italy Her tall, lean body curved in all the right places, accentuated by silver mirrored underwear the likes of which he’d never seen before She was shty look in her eye that , red, wavy hair flowed over her shoulder He wanted to run his hands through it, but the pixie cut she sported now made that impossible

“Why are you looking at our Kirsty?” Dougal said as he picked up the empty plates

As owner of the pub, Dougal behaved like it was his right to poke his nose into everyone’s business Lake wasn’t surprised There was no such thing as privacy in Invertary Lake let Dougal clear the table in front of hi

m As usual, the self-appointed town reen tartan waistcoat This ti sunglasses next time he visited the pub

“Well, son, why are you reading about Kirsty?” Dougal’s loud voice boo heads turn his way “Is this because of that story in the paper? The war thing you’re playing at? What is it you lads say—know your enemy?”

Lake was surprised at how close Dougal had come to his motivation, but he didn’t let it show

“Just curious,” Lake said, keeping his voice low and soft

“Why are you whispering, son? Everybody knows the story anyway It was in all the papers”

Lake looked around as those who could hear over the din nodded

“You’re English, so you h it was clear Lake did know as he’d just been reading about it

There was obviously no stopping the al sroo a deep breath, he scanned the roo attention to him

“Kirsty,” Dougal said with an air of ierie irls, but close”

Dougal took a breath and a guy behind Lake said, “He means Victoria’s Secret”

Dougal frowned at the

“She was always gallivanting off to soal continued, pleased that people were turning to listen “She got engaged to her er, all teeth whitener and lih roads”