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find Ewan standing next to her woodpile.
    There were some people in this world who were blessed with good looks. Some of these people did things that made them worthy of such a blessing. Surgeons who saved lives. Social workers who helped children who’d lost their way. Teachers who instilled a sense of self-worth into their students.
    Then there were the people who seemed to be shit human beings yet they still walked around looking as scrumptious as a shiny red apple. Defense attorneys who knew beyond a reasonable doubt that their defendants were guilty but fought to get them acquitted anyway. Sleazy politicians who had mistresses at every campaign stop. Acquisition managers who didn’t lose any sleep at night after putting hundreds of hardworking people out of work.
    At this point, knowing what little Quinn knew of Ewan McKenna, she’d lump him into the latter category.
    Dressed simply in a plain white T-shirt and jeans, he was gorgeous. He was a mix between classic James Dean and enticing, come-hither Colin Farrell, and it was impossible not to hold her breath when her eyes locked on to him initially. Too bad his attitude couldn’t match his looks.
    She was bent over with her hands on her knees trying to recover from overexertion. When she was able to stand back up, she made her way over to grab the next post. She was curious as to why he’d grace her with his presence but decided to ignore him.
    She took a deep breath and pulled up the next board. She started to back away with it, when she lost her grip.
    â€œNeed help?” he asked casually.
    She pulled in an angry breath through her nose as she bent to pick up the post. So that was why he was there: to tease her.
    â€œNo, I don’t need your help.”
    â€œIt looks like you need some help.” His calm Irish brogue danced through her head like a pesky butterfly.
    She glared at him. “I didn’t say I didn’t need help. I don’t need your help.”
    Ewan watched her struggle with the wood. After a minute, he walked over to the porch and sat down, stretching his long legs out in front of him.
    â€œI won’t change my mind, so you might as well leave.”
    Despite the warning, the idiot just sat there watching her. She felt his eyes lingering on her as she struggled, and it made her nerves tingle. Quinn tried to shake out her arms before they began to cramp up. She picked up the post again and this time was able to make it near the hole before dropping it.
    Three down, nine to go.
    All with an audience apparently.
    After ten minutes, she’d placed one more post. She was about to collapse where she stood, and it took nearly all her effort just to walk to the cooler. After grabbing a bottle, she groaned as the cold water poured down her throat.
    â€œHow’s it going?” Ewan asked from his position in the shade. Looking comfortable and relaxed, he was leaning up against the side of the house with his hands in his lap.
    â€œFine, thanks,” she said through clenched teeth. She was one post away from having a heart attack, but she wasn’t about to let him know.
    Finally her curiosity got the better of her. “Why are you here exactly? I’m sure you have much better things to do than to watch me kill myself with manual labor.”
    â€œI dropped something off for your cousin.”
    Quinn shook her head. “And what are you still doing here?”
    Ewan tilted his head, regarding her quietly before he answered, “I wanted to see how long you’d make it before you quit being stubborn and let me help you.”
    She took another swallow of the ice-cold water. “Wouldn’t helping someone be counterproductive to your existence? I mean, helping is an act of kindness. I thought you were resolved to being a dick.”
    She could have sworn she saw amusement in his eyes, but his mouth was still set in a straight line. He shrugged as he stood and pushed away from the house.