Page 225 of My Fake Dating with the Grumpiest Highlander

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He crashes directly into me with his head, knocking me flat onto my butt.

“Hamish! What are you doing?” I yelp, scrambling upright.

The sheep bleats insistently.

Ragnar stands and positions himself on my other side.

Then together, the two sheep start nudging me toward the castle steps.

I stare at them.

“You cannot be serious.”

They bleat in unison.

“You’re working together now?”

Hamish shoves me harder.

Ragnar joins in.

I resist, but it’s two determined sheep versus one exhausted veterinarian.

The odds are not in my favor.

They herd me around the side of the castle.

Toward…

The cottage.

My heartbeat instantly spikes.

“No. I can’t. I don’t want to see him.”

Hamish ignores me completely.

So does Ragnar.

The cottage is only fifty yards away now.

And through the window, I can see a silhouette moving inside.

Finn.

“I can’t,” I whisper.

The two sheep look at me.

Then at each other.

And in a moment I never thought possible, Hamish and Ragnar—eternal enemies, sworn rivals—press their foreheads together.

I stare at them in horror.

“Tell me I’m hallucinating.”

If those two can make peace…

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