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office,” she explained to Erin. “We found this partition wall but can’t seem to see what it blocks or what it’s hiding. The screws are so tight and painted over, we can’t get it down to see what’s behind. Nathan’s good at architectural things. He built his own home. Out on the moor.”
    “Designed it,” Nathan corrected. “You make it sound like I built it brick by brick.”
    “You virtually did.”
    Pride shone in Naomi’s voice, and Erin glanced at Tynan. He smiled at his friend, his free hand wrapping around Naomi’s. “You might as well take the compliment, bro,” he advised Nathan. “You know she’s your biggest fan.”
    Nathan shrugged and bit into his sandwich.
    “I thought the moor was protected land,” Erin offered, fascinated by the easy interaction between the trio. “Can people buy plots of land and build on it?”
    Nathan glanced at her. “It’s not easy. But if you know the right people.” He raised his eyebrows. “Why? You interested?”
    She shook her head. “I just wondered. It would be a travesty if they kept selling off chunks of the moor to private developers to build houses on. It’s so beautiful and unspoiled.”
    Nathan’s eyebrows drew together in a scowl. “Meaning?”
    “They wouldn’t,” Tynan said, smiling across at Erin. “But small pockets are privately owned and it’s sometimes possible to buy them and get permission to build. There’s plenty of hoops to jump through, which puts most people off anyway.”
    Erin nodded, feeling Nathan’s critical gaze. She hadn’t meant to rile him or insinuate he was part of the destruction of the moor in any way. She’d simply been interested, having fallen in love with the place and felt a connection with it. Not that she was about to confess that. It had taken a while before she had been able to confess it to herself.
    They fell into a discussion of simpler…safer…subjects until Erin started gathering up her empty plate and mug. “Thanks, Naomi. I enjoyed that. But I really have to get going.”
    “No worries. Leave that,” she instructed. “Nathan, don’t forget to look at that partition on your way out.”
    Minutes later, the four of them stood gazing at the corner section, which had been partitioned off. Erin made a point to stand next to Naomi and tried to ignore Nathan. But she couldn’t resist the odd glance.
    Bloody hell but the man just seemed to ooze confidence. He simply radiated it. She wondered if he ever suffered self-doubt, had moments where life shoved him into a corner and beat the hell out of him. He had to have. Naomi had told her he was in the army with Caleb, Special Forces. He must have done things, seen things, that made a man question himself and his world. But watching him now, it was hard to believe anything could ever knock the stuffing from him. On some levels, it was appealing, and Erin wasn’t so immune to raw sex appeal and blatant masculinity that she didn’t experience the odd flutter of feminine appreciation when she looked at him. But she couldn’t afford to dwell on it, and besides, the man might be amazingly attractive but he had an ego to fly to the moon on, and from what she’d experienced of him so far, he didn’t seem to take women too seriously.
    If ever there was a man not to be attracted to, it was this one. Not that she was attracted to him, exactly. But still…
    “Wouldn’t think it’s load-bearing,” Nathan said, perusing the ceiling above the wall and its surroundings. “And it’s not positioned to hide pipe work or anything electrical.”
    He gave it another knock with a light fist, which sounded hollow even to Erin’s inexperienced ear. When he tapped it again, this time harder and with more force, Erin felt her stomach roll. She made herself look away from the size of his fist, and the corded muscles in his arms. Her earlier attraction to his masculinity disappeared beneath a shudder of fear.
    “You reckon it’s okay to take it down?” Naomi