Page 105 of My Fake Dating with the Grumpiest Highlander

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“Perfect,” I mutter. “Now we have two troublemakers.”

“We could just... ignore them?” Finn suggests weakly.

“We can try.”

I restart the music.

We resume our positions while desperately pretending the two sheep watching us aren’t there.

“One, two, three?—”

Hamish bleats loudly at the exact moment Finn is supposed to step left.

Finn goes right instead.

We collide.

I stumble.

Finn catches me at the last second, but the movement throws both of us off balance.

We spin awkwardly before crashing onto the couch in a tangled mess of limbs.

Hamish lifts his head.

“This is unbelievably humiliating,” Finn groans.

Out of the corner of my eye, I notice another figure entering the already overcrowded room.

“I think it’s about to get worse,” I whisper.

Another bleat sounds from the doorway.

Softer.

Almost melodic.

Rosita has arrived.

Hamish’s companion stands there looking elegant as always. She observes the scene with what appears to be maternal amusement.

“We’re one step away from Maggie showing up with popcorn,” I mutter.

Hamish immediately jumps to his feet and trots over to Rosita. He bleats something at her—I swear they actually communicate—and she answers with a soft sound.

Then, right in front of us, Hamish positions himself beside Rosita.

And they start to... dance.

Well.

Their version of dancing.

Hamish performs tiny sideways hops while Rosita follows gracefully beside him. They circle each other, and Hamish finishes with what appears to be an awkward little bow.

“Tell me I’m hallucinating,” Finn whispers.

“Nope. I’m seeing it too.”

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