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The following days passed in a blur of laughter, delight, and kisses. Lydia explored the lands around Castle Kincade, with Brodie as her guide. Half the time they had Rafe and Isla accompanying them, and the rest . . . well . . . They took advantage of their time alone.
This was one such moment. Lydia laid a large plaid blanket down on the ground by the lake, and then Brodie removed the food from a wicker basket. She lay back on the blanket while he prepared their plates. She took a moment to admire him without his being aware of it.
His dark hair, slightly too long to be considered fashionable, was tousled by the wind, and a shadow of a beard ghosted his jaw. He was the most handsome man she had ever known. She had met prettier men, certainly, but there was something about the hard-
