Page 114 of My Fake Dating with the Grumpiest Highlander
“You could’ve refused,” she says quietly.
“No. Not if I want to stay here.”
Her eyes lift to mine.
“You want to stay here?”
A long silence stretches between us while I realize I just said out loud the thing I’ve been carefully avoiding admitting—even to myself.
“I’m starting to get used to it,” I finally confess.
“They accepted you?” she asks softly.
“Apparently. Thanks to Ragnar, I think. That sheep followed me around all day like I was his personal social rehabilitation project.”
Mary smiles.
And that smile does something dangerous to my chest.
“That sheep has excellent taste.”
“He mostly has a deeply twisted sense of humor.”
“You fought for our relationship today.”
“It was just a hike,” I say with a shrug.
“No,” she replies quietly. “It was more than that.”
Our eyes lock.
And I drown completely in those green eyes looking at me like I’m someone good.
Someone worthy of being here.
Someone who?—
Mary suddenly stands.
“You should rest. Tonight we’re having dinner at the castle with the family. Everyone will be there.”
“Everyone?” I repeat cautiously.
“Callum, Jane, Keira, Alistair, Lachlan, Emma, Nate, Lily. And obviously the twins. I’m pretty sure Maggie wants to officially introduce us as a couple.”
A family dinner.
In front of the entire McGregor clan.
Perfect.
Exactly what I needed after surviving the sadistic twins and their accomplice sheep.
Mary lingers in the doorway with one hand resting on the handle.
Then she turns back toward me, and there’s something unreadable in her expression.
“Finn?”
