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.I won’t cause any trouble.”Adam smiled.He’d already caused trouble, and then some.Adam hadn’t slept well, and when he did, his dreams were disturbed by the sound of hooves pounding against earth.When he woke, the pounding matched the throbbing pace of blood through his veins.He thought he heard a horse’s neigh in the distance—perhaps one of the brumbies who visited the creek?“If you want to stay here, be warned, it’s basic.No mod cons.”“I’ve endured much worse.Trust me.” Tirian smiled.Cautiously, Adam returned that smile.“Yeah, you can stay, until you’ve had enough of possums, kookaburras and instant coffee.”“And no chocolate? I seem to recall you have a taste for sweet things.”“Yeah.” Adam bit back his laughter.That had to be a double entendre.Tirian’s eyes twinkled like sapphires as he sipped his coffee, his gaze taking Adam in one sweep from toes to head and back again.Adam held his ground.He wasn’t some blushing twink.He could face off a man any time.Tirian set down his mug and lifted the bowl of muesli onto his palm.Tentatively he raised a spoon of cereal to his mouth.“This is wonderful.What is it?”“Organic muesli and home grown peaches.One day I hope to have my own orchard and vegie plot.I might even bake my own bread.I’ve got plans for a wood oven.”Tirian nodded, chewing the muesli, savouring each mouthful, running a tongue tip over his lips to catch stray juice.Cripes.Adam half turned away from the seductive sight of tongue tip over lips.“I suppose I ought to have brought toast and vegemite, a good old Aussie breakfast.”“What’s vegemite?” Tirian asked.“Hey, dude, you don’t know about vegemite, and you call yourself an Aussie?”“I’m not an Aussie.”“You sound like it.”“I studied the language, the accent.”“So, you’re not from around here?”“Not.” He shrugged.“Kinda.”Kinda? In the Australian bush that could mean the guy lived one hundred clicks away and he’d still call himself a neighbour.“Where do you come from?” Adam paused.“Europe? Sweden?”“Long way from here.”“Is that any kind of an answer?”“Right now, the only one I can give.”“Fine,” Adam said.“I’ve got work to do.”Tirian smiled.“Wait, Adam.I told you I’d be subtle.I don’t want to bombard you with my life story.But if you want all my details, I can oblige.But it’s not like I’m going to be staying here, is it, so why are you interested in me?”“What makes you think I am? I was just being polite.Like I said, I’ve got work to do.” He stalked away.Was it his imagination, or did he hear Tirian’s not so subtle laughter follow him all the way across the clearing? The bastard was teasing him.Adam felt his face flush.* * * * Adam hoisted another load of rocks into the barrow and wheeled it across the clearing, dumping them beside the pile from yesterday.He sorted through, set them ready for the wall and began to mix concrete.He slaved away, mind on the job.He strained with the upright, setting it into the hole, putting the spirit level against the post, kicking it with his work boot to align it.He struggled with the next pole.“Let me do that,” Tirian said, bracing against the post.Adam grunted and locked the posts into place, setting the horizontal flush against the rock wall.He struggled with the bolt, gave it an extra twist and stepped back.His gaze flicked to Tirian.Stripped to the waist, his torso glistened with perspiration, shining in the late morning sun, his silver hair plastered to his neck.The muscles bunched, held, as tensile as the metal he was braced against.“You can let go now, dude,” Adam said, laughing.“One down, six more to go.You up for it?”“Always up.I know no other direction.” Adam tried to ignore the double entendre emphasised by the sultry look.They worked side by side until noon, then stopped for a quick snack and water.Tirian lifted the bottle over his head and let the water cascade over him, drips tracing a leisurely path down his chest, the six-pack abs, before disappearing into his work-stained jeans.He tilted his head back and drank the last of his water, his gaze falling on Adam.“What next?” Tirian asked, flinging back hair from his eyes.Adam pushed the stopper back into his bottle.He’d been caught out admiring Tirian.Was Tirian embarrassed? No way.He’d returned Adam’s look with a knowing smile and that flick back of hair.Fuck, that had to be the most sexy move on the planet.The guy was insufferable.Conceited.Utter bastard.Utterly gorgeous.He cleared his throat.“I was gonna start constructing the second wall.”“I’ve never worked with stone.You’ll have to teach me.”“Sure.”Adam carefully smoothed concrete over the slab with his trowel and aligned the first layer of stone, hitting each in place with the trowel handle.“I can do that,” Tirian said, holding out his hand, taking the trowel.“And ruin your musician hands?”Tirian laughed.“I’m tougher than I look.”“Okay, then.Let’s get to it, tough guy.”They worked as a team, Tirian applying concrete, Adam positioning the rocks.By midafternoon, the second wall was half done.“At this rate, the walls’ll be finished by the weekend.Thanks, dude.”“I enjoy the work.The view is inspirational.”“Damn right it is,” Adam said, turning to study the horizon.“At night, you can see the Milky Way and the stars…so bright.It’s so quiet you can hear the wind in the leaves and smell the earth, the—”Behind him Tirian laughed.“I wasn’t talking about the countryside.”Adam turned.Tirian was bent over, collecting more concrete mix onto the trowel.The tight male arse moulded by the jeans was an inspirational sight.Oh right.Tirian’s comment now made sense.He’d been admiring Adam—just as he was now the admirer.“Let’s finish this layer and then call it quits, huh? Have a coldie.You’ve earned it.”Tirian stood and smiled.“What is a coldie?”“A beer.Nothing better than a cold beer after a long hot day working.”“I could think of something better.”“Yeah, I’m sure you can.”Adam’s retort elicited a grin from Tirian.He scraped the trowel clean and left it beside the wheelbarrow.“Time for the coldie?”Silently, they walked to the caravan.Entering it, they sat at the table.“Is it too hot for you?” Adam asked.“I can switch on the air con.”“No, I like it hot.”Uh-huh.Adam ignored the remark and went to the mini fridge.He drew out two bottles and handed Tirian a beer.He studied the bottle curiously and tried to remove the cap.“Yeah, me too,” Adam said, retrieving the bottle.“Never have much luck with these stubbies.” He flicked the lid off with a bottle opener and handed the stubbie back.Tirian’s long fingers slid against Adam’s as he took the bottle.The touch was electric.Adam had heard all about frissons and pulsing cocks and balls, but what this guy’s touch did to him was off the scale.They each gulped the first bottle of beer in seconds.The next were savoured.Tirian stood up and moved to the caravan wall.“I like this.” He smiled at Adam over his shoulder.“I’m partial to unicorns.”“Yep.” Adam had brought the unicorn tapestry with him.The art work was incongruous amid the aged caravan [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]