CHAPTER FOUR

Beep, beep, beep, beep, When I opened my eyes, I believed I was dreaming, but as soon as I did, I realized that the loud droning of a horn was still in my ears.

"What the heck is going on?"

I managed to pull myself up and check the clock; it was five in the morning. I staggered to the window, where I could hardly keep my eyes open when I saw him. It appeared like the guy was sitting on a tractor and making as much noise as he could manage. How immature of him! Little did he know that I wasn't bothered by noise since I had a child who was two years old, and so I was an expert at tuning out distractions. I got up and returned to bed, where I promptly slept off again until the alarm woke me up at 7:30.

"Did it dawn on you this morning what I was trying to tell you at the crack of dawn?" As I walked into the kitchen, Kerry questioned me. She was sipping slowly from a huge mug of coffee as she sat there.

I chuckled and said, "The moral of the tale is that you should never fuck with a farmer."

I was ready to be a pro after consuming two cups of coffee and a handful of pain relievers. As we were walking to the car, I chuckled and said, "Let's go f*ck up some crap fields." We were going to be on the road for the majority of the day, visiting several farms in the surrounding region. Because the farm where we were staying was going to be on tomorrow's list, I intended to let the farmer who was so angry with us know later; maybe, this would make him dislike us less.

The very first farm we went to was a piece of cake because everything was ready, making our work much less difficult. If this was the norm in the area, I would be more than delighted to relocate to a different place. By the end of the day, we had had the pleasure of interacting with several wonderful farmers and were quite surprised by the quality. There was just one that required us to go back to because they were missing certain papers, which prevented us from performing a comprehensive examination of their premises.

As we got into the car to return to the barn, Kerry commented, "Wow, I'm exhausted."

"Let's call it a night early tonight and be responsible," I said.

"But what about getting some shut-eye and then going to Edinburgh? That John farmer offered us to join him and his buddies for a couple drinks at his house.

I argued, "Oh, I'm sorry, but I'm not familiar with Kerry." "I don't believe I can survive another drinking session - My liver is confused, and I haven't drunk this much in years," the person said. "I don't think I can survive another drinking session."

"Darcy, your liver is pleading with you to get some fresh air, and that lovely rack of yours is physically tingling with excitement at the prospect of doing so." Come on. Just do it. You admitted that you had a good time being outside once more. How frequently will you get the opportunity after returning home?" I readily conceded to her argument since I knew she was correct.

We got in our cars and drove home, where we each had a sleep before getting dressed and having a few drinks. Kerry was quick on her feet and had already exchanged phone numbers with the farmer. Oh, he told us that they would stop by to pick us up on their way. As it turns out, they were already headed this way.

"Alright, that clarifies things, but I have no idea where we are supposed to be headed. Do Ubers even exist here?"

We went outside to wait for the automobile to pick us up and bring us inside. As the irate farmer got closer to us, Kerry poked me in the side. She spoke in a low whisper, saying, "Mr. irate, one o'clock."

When I turned to see what she was talking about, our eyes once more locked upon one other. Tonight, he wore black pants and a stylish shirt that he had recently purchased. He did not appear to be a farmer but a seductive man out on the town.

He was bracing himself against the wall right next to us. He gave a wry smile before saying, "I'm sorry if I woke you ladies up this morning."

"What? I didn't pick up on anything at all," I lied, and the immature fool wasn't receiving any kind of response to his antics.

Kerry continued by saying, "This is kind of a private gathering," which was the cue for him to exit the building. It was clear that she was still irate over being awakened at five in the morning.

He laughed and stated, "This is the type of private land." "And I'm waiting for a friend to come and get me at this very moment."

"I'm guessing your pal John isn't a farmer, is that right?" I asked. As we continued to look at one other, I was acutely aware of the pheromones that were drawing me to him. The smell of him was enough to send my mind spinning, let alone the sight of his physique and fragrance. Get a hold of yourself, Darcy – You're a mother who's been married, and you have duties!

"How did you know?"

An automobile started coming down the gravel driveway before I even had a chance to respond to it. Rory inched closer to the vehicle as it drew nearer and slowed down. As he approached it, he leaned in and shouted something to the driver before muttering an expletive. Kerry pushed open the entrance to the foyer and rushed inside. Are you kidding me, Kerry? You're going to leave me in the back with that enraged beast?

Rory stood there with the door open and motioned for me to go ahead and enter before he did. The lady comes first.

The fabric of my skirt was not designed to be worn while sliding along automobile seats.

I took a step back and folded my arms, saying, "No, please do not persist." Whores ahead of the Beautiful!

He eventually sighed and proceeded to get towards the center of the group. When I went into the car, there was already a man sitting in it, and he grinned at me as I attempted to squeeze into the limited space that was still available. I was trapped between the door and Rory since the space was so congested. But although it was unpleasant, it had a pleasant feel about it. His warm leg rubbed firmly on mine, and his hands, which were on his lap, appeared awkward and unpleasant. When our bodies were crushed together, there was a sensual quality to the experience. Both of us were attempting to focus on what was in front of us, but I could see him out of the corner of my eye, sometimes glancing in my direction. He was gazing at my legs, which were visible since my skirt had risen past my knee. When he came to reprimand me the other night, I was only wearing a t-shirt, so it wasn't something he hadn't seen before. In fact, it was exactly what I was wearing when he arrived.

It seemed like a very long time before we finally came to a stop. I was the first one to climb out, and I made an effort to be as graceful as was humanly possible given the circumstances. I closed the door behind me with a thud, presuming that Rory was leaving out the other exit. Instead, I opened the door too quickly and accidentally closed it in his face. He let out a low rumble before uttering a number of expletives in a Scottish accent.

"Shit," I said to myself as I quickly opened the door once again. "I was under the impression you were leaving by the back door."

Blood was dripping from his nose, and I felt my condition rapidly deteriorate. As he got out, he pulled himself up while keeping his head back so the blood wouldn't spill all over himself. I murmured such words while searching through the contents of my purse for a tissue or some other item. "Oh, I don't believe it's good to hold your head back now. It's not suggested," I said. His companion had noticed the blood and given me a box of tissues. I pretended not to notice since I didn't want to know what a person does in a car with a box of tissues. But I had a hunch that it had anything to do with a male reproductive cell. Ew!

I offered him a package of Kleenex and said, "Here." Because he was cocking his head to the side, I had to manually put the tissue over his nose and coax his head to look in front of him. After noticing that one of his hands had accumulated most of the blood, I cleaned it up. While delicately cleansed the blood in seductive strokes, his dark brown eyes fixed on my face, and I watched what I did. I carefully separated each of his muscular fingers and then cleaned between them, where most of the blood had collected. When my skin made contact with his and I stared into his eyes, it was a very sensual and emotionally intense experience. Even when we were making Love together, I had never experienced feelings like these with Kiren. What I don't understand is why the act of making Love with my spouse would elicit stronger feelings than when I was engaging in sexual activity with a stranger. As my excitement level increased, I bit the inside of my lower lip, and as I did, his gaze moved away from mine and focused intently on my lips.

"Is everything okay around here?" A voice interrupted my daydream of having an imagined sexual encounter. I retracted my hands from his grasp and caught a glimpse of my wedding band in the corner of my eye. What was I pondering at the time? When did I start acting like such a flirtatious hoe?

Rory remarked to his companion, "I don't think it's broken." I turned my back on him and went to find Kerry standing at the parking meter with farmer John, trying to figure out how much they had to pay on Monday evenings. I found her there. When I turned around, Rory was still standing with his gaze fixed on me. Having to spend the evening in such close proximity to him made me wonder how I would survive.