Can't Tie Me Down! (Sinclair Sisters 1)

“There’s nothing to know,” Mairi snapped at the same time as Keir said, “Feel free to spread the word.”

“There is no word.” Mairi smacked him on the stomach and then grabbed his shirt, just in case the blow accidentally pushed him over the edge. She let go of him hastily, not wanting him to see what she’d done. From the look in his eye, she was a second too late, which made her exceedingly irritated. “Tell me how to get into this thing,” she said as she reached for the harness.

It was way past time to get out of there and away from the overwhelming scent of testosterone. Plus, she really needed to put some cream on her stings.

“I saved her,” Damien shouted above them.

“You did not, your brother saved her,” Sebastian shouted. “So it doesn’t count. Does it, Mairi?”

“I’m still down here,” she shouted back. “Nobody’s saved me yet.”

“Give me that rope. I’ll haul her up,” Sebastian said.

Mairi groaned. “They’re going to get me killed.”

“Whoever is holding the rope when I get up there is going to feel my fist,” Keir shouted.

There was silence, then Donna’s face appeared over the edge. “It’s okay to come up now. Duncan’s going to pull you up. He says he’s happy to fight you. Just name your time.”

Keir looked at Mairi for an explanation.

“He has a lot of pent-up anger,” she said with a shrug. Then Keir and Darius strapped her into the harness and she let Donna’s boss pull her up to the top of the cliff. Where a crowd of men looked at her like she was part of the second coming.

“I can’t believe you were down there all night,” Sebastian said. “We didn’t hear a thing.”

“This is true, beautiful Mairi,” Amir said. “We would never have left you down there if we had known you were there.”

“Well, you might have known I was there if you lot hadn’t been singing love songs all night long.” She took off the harness and tossed it back over the cliff for Keir.

It was strange. Part of her wanted to peer over the edge and make sure he was safe coming up the cliff. Another part of her was second-guessing sending the harness down to him. Because, honestly, would it really hurt him to spend a couple of days down there?

“It was my idea to use the rappelling equipment to get you,” Damien said.

“Thanks,” Mairi said.

“I can rappel too,” Damien added.

“So I heard.” Mairi glanced at her sister, to see Donna was standing with her hand over her mouth, trying not to laugh.

“I also ski, play soccer, canoe and lift weights,” Damien said. “I not only have a brain, but I also have abs. Look.” He untucked his check shirt from his jeans and lifted it up.

Mairi and Donna gasped. Holy hell, the boy had abs.

“Those cannot be real,” Amir said, and poked Damien in the stomach.

“Can I check too?” Mairi asked as she reached for Damien. The boy had an eight-pack. She didn’t even know that was a real thing.

“No!” An arm wrapped around her waist and hauled her back into a large, grumpy body. “No touching.”

She looked over her shoulder to see Keir glaring at the rest of the men. She wasn’t sure whether to be happy he’d made it up the cliff, or sad that he’d done it before she got her hands on Damien’s abs.

Damien. The twin. She swung her head around to look for his brother. Darius was winding up the harness.

“Hoi, Darius,” Mairi shouted. “Do you have abs too?”

With an evil grin, mostly at Keir, Darius sauntered over to them. He lifted his t-shirt and stood beside his brother. Mairi felt faint. His were even better defined than Damien’s.

“Let me down,” Mairi said.