Page 223 of My Fake Dating with the Grumpiest Highlander
“I had a… sheep-related issue.”
I frown at myself, but Dr. Paine laughs.
“I grew up in the Highlands,” he says with a wink. “The sheep run this place.”
The interview goes well.
Very well.
Dr. Paine shows me the facilities.
I meet the staff.
Everyone is friendly and competent.
“We’re looking for someone experienced,” he explains, “but also someone who understands rural life.”
He asks technical questions.
I answer confidently.
He describes a complicated case.
I offer solutions.
He smiles.
“You’re exactly what we’re looking for.”
My heart should leap with excitement.
Instead, it stays strangely still.
“The position is yours if you want it,” he says eventually. “You could start in two weeks.”
“That’s… incredibly generous.”
“So? What do you think?”
I should say yes.
This is the perfect opportunity for a fresh start far away from Glenfield.
Far away from the memories.
Far away from Finn.
“Could I have forty-eight hours to think about it?”
He nods.
“Of course. But I should warn you—we do have other candidates. If you decline, the position will go to someone else.”
“I understand.”
We shake hands.
Then I leave the clinic.
