Page 195 of My Fake Dating with the Grumpiest Highlander
Why I confessed all of that to a man who’s basically a stranger to me remains a mystery.
“It’s better for her,” I mutter.
“You really believe that?”
I don’t answer.
Because no.
I don’t believe it.
But I also don’t know how to stop punishing myself.
I don’t know how to accept that maybe I deserve a chance to be happy too.
“I don’t know how to be the man she deserves,” I admit quietly.
Ewan sighs and walks away.
I stay there alone.
Outside, the Highland Games continue.
Life keeps moving.
The world spins without me.
And the impossible hope that maybe I could’ve had something real with Mary drifts farther away with every passing second, taking with it everything I might’ve become if I’d only been brave enough to try.
CHAPTER 28
MARY
The McGregor Group Therapy Session
(Or How Three Sheep Teamed Up Against a Grumpy Doctor)
I spent the entire day avoiding everyone.
Which is honestly an impressive achievement during the Highland Games, where hundreds of people are crammed together on grounds the size of a postage stamp.
But apparently, I’ve developed stealth skills worthy of a secret agent.
Cameron heading my way?
I dive behind a tent.
Emma spots me across the field?
Suddenly I’m pretending there’s a veterinary emergency involving an imaginary sheep.
The problem is that by five o’clock, I completely crack.
Totally.
Spectacularly.
I’m sitting behind the paddocks staring at my phone like it’s magically going to tell me what to do with my life.
