Page 224 of My Fake Dating with the Grumpiest Highlander

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I sit in my car afterward without starting the engine.

Forty-eight hours.

Two days to decide my entire life.

The drive home happens inside a haze of emotions.

I think about the clinic.

The facilities.

The life I could build there.

I also think about Glenfield.

My clinic.

My patients.

My family.

My little cottage I’ll eventually get back someday.

And Finn.

I feel no excitement about leaving.

Only emptiness.

Which is probably a sign.

Ragnar doesn’t movewhen I get out of the car.

I stop in front of him.

“You won this morning. Happy now?”

The sheep rises and walks toward me before gently pressing his head against my leg.

My hand automatically sinks into his wool.

“What is going on with you?”

Ragnar bleats softly.

It almost sounds apologetic.

I kneel down in front of him.

“You okay?”

The sheep stares at me with those dark intelligent eyes.

Then Ragnar lowers his head until his forehead touches mine.

That’s when I hear movement behind me.

I turn just in time to see Hamish sprinting toward us at full speed.

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