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“Call me Jeremy.”
    The strength behind the instruction sent another shard of liquid want into the pit of Ryan’s stomach.
    Fuck, if he didn’t get the man to the first official appearance of his visit to Wallaby Ridge, he really would be in danger of tearing Jeremy’s immaculate shirt and tie from his body.
    Drawing a slow breath, he threw a small nod over his shoulder towards his helicopter without breaking eye contact. “You ready?”
    A knot bunched in Jeremy’s jaw. His chest rose and fell beneath crisp white cotton. “Would you like to come in for coffee first?”
    The question struck Ryan like a fist. His cock however, already half stiff in anticipation of seeing the man, throbbed with impatient approval.
    Jeremy held his gaze, his blue eyes direct behind the lenses of his glasses. Direct and unreadable at the same time. “I’ve given the resident staff the morning off.”
    Head roaring, body thrumming, Ryan drew another breath, this one slower. Deeper. “Are you sure that’s wise?”
    For an answer, Jeremy dipped his head in a single nod.
    Ryan narrowed his eyes. “Are you sure you know what you’re asking?”
    “Are you sure you can handle it?”
    “Handle what?”
    The man’s lips curled. A little. Became…mischievous. “Something hot.”
    Before Ryan could stop himself, he let out a low chuckle. “You don’t know what the word hot means out here.” He paused. For a fraction of a heartbeat. “Jeremy.”
    And without waiting for the minister to respond, he turned and climbed back into the chopper, settling into the pilot’s seat.
    No matter how much he wanted to accept Jeremy’s invitation into the homestead, he wouldn’t let himself.
    Not yet.
    Not ever.
    Keeping his face neutral, he cocked an eyebrow towards Jeremy. “I’ll be waiting for when you’re ready to leave.”
    It was Jeremy’s turn to narrow his eyes. His jaw bunched. His Adam’s apple slid up and down his throat again.
    Under no circumstances could Ryan read what was going on in his head.
    Ryan forced a pointed smirk to his lips. “It’s going to take at least an hour to fly to the Mutawintji National Park. You’re going to be late if we don’t leave soon.”
    The sound of Jeremy clearing his throat scraped over Ryan’s fraying constraint. As did the sight of him adjusting the glasses on his face. It was the action of a man not only digesting the situation, but reasserting control over himself.
    It turned Ryan’s already stiffening cock hard.
    “I will be out in ten,” Jeremy declared before pivoting on his heel and striding back into the homestead.
    No matter how much he tried not to watch Jeremy’s arse bunch and flex in his suit trousers, Ryan couldn’t look away.
    After ten minutes exactly, Jeremy reappeared, looking every inch the big-city politician. A tailored jacket now covered the white shirt, its exquisite cut highlighting his broad shoulders and tapered torso. Dark sunglasses had replaced his normal clear-lens glasses, hiding his eyes from Ryan. Ryan was surprised to see an iPad mini and an Australian Wallabies rugby union cap rather than a briefcase in his hand.
    Climbing into the helicopter on the passenger side, he gave Ryan a brief nod, his expression unreadable. “Ready.”
    Ryan flicked a slow look over Jeremy’s city attire, trying to hide his lingering inspection in a mocking observation. “You do realize we’re going bush today? The Aboriginal rock and cave art you’re visiting is very remote. The only way to get to it is a long walk through rugged terrain.”
    Jeremy raised an eyebrow. The edges of his lips twitched. “You think I’m not dressed appropriately?”
    I think you naked and pinned beneath me on the bed would be more appropriate.
    Ignoring the arousing thought, Ryan let out a snort. “Your feet, mate, not mine.”
    Leaning forward a little, Jeremy cast Ryan’s hiking boots a quick look before letting out his own snort. “This is why I need Linda here with me,” he