Page 221 of My Fake Dating with the Grumpiest Highlander
I let out a long exhausted sigh that blows loose strands of hair across my face.
“I give up.”
I turn around and march back toward the castle determined to find someone capable of moving this psychotic sheep.
I find Fergus in the kitchen helping Mrs. Finley.
“Fergus! I need help. Ragnar is blocking my car and refusing to move.”
Fergus glances out the window.
“Ah. Yes. Ragnar does that sometimes.”
“You can move him, right?”
“I can try.”
Five minutes later, Fergus, Cameron, Connor, and I are all outside trying to negotiate with one stubborn sheep.
“Come on now, old boy,” Fergus says gently. “Let the lady leave.”
Ragnar opens one eye.
Then closes it again.
“We could lift him?” Cameron suggests.
“He weighs at least a hundred pounds,” Connor points out. “And he bites.”
“I’ve got gloves,” Fergus offers bravely.
They try anyway.
All three men attempt to lift Ragnar.
The sheep growls in a way that could intimidate a bear.
They immediately give up.
“Sorry, Mary,” Fergus says rubbing his arm. “He’s not budging.”
I check my watch.
Nine fifteen.
“I’m going to be late.”
“Call them,” Cameron suggests. “Explain the situation.”
“What exactly am I supposed to say? Sorry, I’m late because of a sheep?”
“That is technically accurate,” Connor says helpfully.
I pull out my phone and call the Perthshire clinic.
“Highland Care Veterinary Clinic, how may I help you?”
“Hi, this is Mary McGregor. I have a ten o’clock interview scheduled with Dr. Paine, but I’m going to be slightly delayed. Maybe thirty minutes?”
