Page 257 of My Fake Dating with the Grumpiest Highlander
Now there are bookshelves instead.
It’s truly his place.
Finn isn’t a temporary replacement anymore.
He’s no longer trapped inside a seventies-era office haunted by his predecessor’s ghost.
Now it’s his clinic.
“So?” Finn asks tensely. “What do you think?”
I turn toward him.
“It’s perfect. It feels exactly like you.”
His shoulders visibly relax.
“You’re sure?”
“Completely.”
He walks slowly through the room brushing his fingertips across the desk.
“I never would’ve had the courage to do this without you.”
“Yes, you would’ve.”
He shakes his head.
“No. I would’ve hidden behind McKinnon for years. But you…”
He looks at me softly.
“You forced me to look forward.”
Finn walks closer and takes my hand.
My heart swells painfully with happiness.
The clinic door opens behind us.
Nate walks in carrying a toolbox and immediately stops when he sees us.
“Oh. Sorry. Am I interrupting something important?”
Finn wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me against him.
“No,” I answer. “We were just admiring the finished work.”
Nate grins.
“Looks good, right?”
“It’s perfect,” Finn says. “Thanks, Nate.”
“You’re welcome, cousin. I’m gonna check those baseboards one last time and then I’ll leave you two alone.”
He disappears into the exam room.
