Page 148 of My Fake Dating with the Grumpiest Highlander
“Lily thinks you’re having an existential crisis. Jane thinks you’re going to propose to Mary by the end of the week. Emma bet you’d flee town within forty-eight hours. Maggie hasn’t said anything.”
I stare at him.
“You all talk about me like I’m a zoo animal.”
“You’re dating a McGregor,” he replies as though that explains everything.
He drops into the patient chair and pushes a scone toward me. I take it automatically.
“So?” he asks. “You finally decided to stay for good? How’s commitment treating you?”
I bite into the pastry to buy myself time.
It’s ridiculously good. Mrs. Campbell makes the best pastries in the Highlands.
“It’s…” I start.
“Terrifying?” Nate suggests. “Revealing? Life-altering? The kind of thing that makes you question every decision you’ve ever made?”
“All three.”
He grins and grabs his own scone.
“Welcome to real life, cousin.”
I grunt, because grunting is what I do. It’s basically my personality at this point.
Nate notices the list on my desk and snatches it before I can stop him.
“What’s this?”
“Nothing.”
“Blue-gray, something Mary would like,” he reads aloud. “Mary, Mary, Mary…”
He looks up at me, one eyebrow raised.
“You spent the night making renovation plans based on Mary’s opinions?”
“No.”
“Finn.”
“Maybe.”
He bursts out laughing.
A loud, genuine, deeply annoying laugh.
“Oh my God. You are absolutely screwed, man.”
“Thank you for that incredibly helpful observation,” I mutter.
“No, seriously,” he says, flipping through the pages. “This is actually kind of sweet. In a mildly obsessive way, but still sweet.”
“I’m not obsessive.”
“Sure,” he says in a tone that clearly means he doesn’t believe me.
