He didn’t move as she shook the pages in his face. “What the hell is this?”

 

          “Pardon me?”

 

          Impatiently she unwrinkled the pages and held them up for him to see. He blinked, keeping his reaction to himself. The Contract! How in the hell had she got hold of it?

 

          He focused on it as she bit out again, “What the hell is this?”

 

          He had made only one copy and it was sitting in the centre of his desk at home. Correction—Grace had made the copy. Grace Cameron. Son of a bitch. He scanned the pub. Smirks were noticeable on Ray, Stewart and Hamish. Nosey bastards.

 

          “Will?” she snapped.

 

          “I’m going to assume by your yelling that you know exactly what it is.” He kept his tone calm.

         

          “This thing can’t… There is no way… You can’t be…”

 

          He fought the grin pulling at his lips while she struggled with her words.

 

          Hamish took pity on her and handed her a shot of whisky. “Here, girl, drink this, it will help calm you.”

 

          Heated green eyes flashed at Hamish. “I am calm,” she gritted out. Then took the shot glass and downed the fluid in one swift movement.

 

          Will burst out laughing as Meghan gasped. The shock on her face was pure entertainment as she coughed and gasped. She was obviously not used to Scotch. He gave her a couple of hard pats on the back as she yelled, “Hamish! Are you trying to kill me?”

 

          The bartender shrugged. “Just thought you needed the help.” Then placing both hands on the bar in front of him, he added with a merry tone, “Because the sooner you’re done yelling at Will, the sooner we can get back to Aberdeen at Dundee.”

 

          “Well, I don’t need your help. And I’ll try to keep this brief so you can get back to your precious soccer game.”

 

          Her attention was directed back at Will, when Stewart corrected, “Football.”

          “What?” she snapped.

 

          “It’s not soccer here, lass, it’s football.”

 

          “Of course! Football. What was I thinking?” Meghan turned back to face him, more irate then before, thanks to Hamish and Stewart. Looking up at him, she poked him in the chest. “There is no way this contract is—”

 

          “Possible?” Will supplied, looking down at her finger. “Oh, it’s possible and it will happen.” She was a brave lady to be poking him in the chest, the last person to poke him in the chest had ended up getting a few broken fingers for his effort. Except this wasn’t anyone, this was Meghan and he loved her feisty temper, it made him want to pin her to the wall and do wicked things to her.

 

          He focused on her mouth as he continued, “But how it happens is up to you.”

 

          “How it happens? What do you mean how it happens? Nothing is going to happen,” she yelled, throwing her hands in the air.

 

          He raised an eyebrow at her remark. This wasn’t how this was supposed to turn out, she wasn’t supposed to find out about the contract. He had decided not to use it after seeing her earlier. He wanted to win her on his own. But the time had come for Meghan to understand that he never gave up, or gave in, to anything in his life and he wasn’t about to start now. He would get what he wanted, and at that moment, he knew with complete certainty that he wanted Meghan.

 

          “Yes, it will.” He laced the words with smooth confidence. “You can come to the realisation on your own and agree, or you will be told to. The choice is yours. I would rather you realised it on your own, but I have no problem with the alternative. Either way, I win.”

 

          A person would’ve had to have been blind to see that she didn’t like what she was hearing. She threw a hip out to the side and placed her hand on it, daring him, “If you think this piece of paper will make me do anything, you are living in a dream world, but I’d like to see you try.”

 

          He expected nothing less and was impressed by her courage. “Are you sure that’s what you want?”

 

          She raised her chin. “I told you I like to gamble. Give it your best shot.”

 

          God, she was beautiful when she was mad, her passion was overwhelming. This fiery side was making him hard. The sudden image of him riding her against a tree in the forest appeared before him. Her red hair was long, longer than she wore it now and it was hanging down her bare back as she clung to his neck. Her dress was gathered around her waist and her lovely legs were wrapped around him as he pounded into her again and again, her wet core squeezing him. His cock jerked to life as Meghan came back into focus.

 

          What had just happened? He blinked, fighting his body. What had they been talking about? Gambling. “That’s right, you like to gamble, then how about a little wager?”

 

          “A bet?” She narrowed her eyes. “What kind of bet?”

 

          He crossed his arms. “I bet that you fall in love with me.”

 

          “Yeah,” she snorted. “Like that’s going to happen.”

 

          “Well, then this should be easy for you.”

 

          She clicked her tongue.

 

          “Not scared, are you?” He gave her pride a nudge.

 

          She mimicked his stance. “What are the stakes?”

 

          He smothered a smile. “If you win, you’re free from the contract. But if I win…” He lowered his head until they were nose to nose. “I get you.”

 

          Will saw the doubt cross her face then decided to give her pride another poke, just enough to get what he wanted. “Think you can win?” Straightening to his full height, he held out his hand to her.

          She eyed his hand suspiciously, then slid her smaller hand into his. “You bet I can.”

 

          He held fast as she tried to pull back, running his thumb over the back of her hand. The skin was so soft and smooth and for some reason he already knew what it tasted like. His mouth watered. “Good.” He drew in her lavender scent. “You’ll forgive me if I don’t wish you luck. I don’t want you to win.”

 

          Meghan’s mouth dropped open in shock and she snatched her hand away. “You’re an asshole.”

 

          Will grinned. “I have my moments.”

 

          Once again Hamish handed her another shot of whisky, she took it without so much as a thanks and again downed it as she had with the first. She swallowed the second shot hard and swayed slightly. Shoving the glass into Will’s chest, she waved the printed pages in his face…again. “I’m taking these.”