"Ah, but Ronan O'Reilly is no gentleman, and I can't get too far out of character, yeh see," Lance covered smoothly. "And a smart man takes what opportunities he can."
Which was why he was here with her tonight. He'd have to remember to convince her to go out with him in town the next night, so that the ring could see them together and see that she wasn't involved in the op at all.
Lance nearly jumped out of his skin at the sight of the ram. He wasn't easily frightened, but the feckin' thing had come out of nowhere, and she hadn't exactly given him much warning. It was the perfect excuse to strip off his shirt and jeans and follow her into the pond.