Page 141 of My Fake Dating with the Grumpiest Highlander
But he remembers.
He listened.
He remembered.
And he bought the perfect gift.
Jane thanks us profusely. Maggie watches with unmistakable satisfaction.
The evening continues. Someone puts music on. Conversations rise around the room, punctuated with laughter.
Lachlan dances with Emma near the window, their movements perfectly in sync. Alistair spins Keira around with surprising grace for a man his size. Callum wraps Jane in endless tenderness.
I watch them from my corner beside the fireplace, holding a champagne flute I haven’t touched.
They all look so happy.
So perfectly matched.
And I’m standing here with my fake boyfriend who somehow knows me better than I know myself and buys perfect gifts for babies who haven’t even been born yet.
“Your grump doesn’t dance?” Cameron asks as he approaches with a teasing grin.
“Finn? Dance? He’d rather treat a mass food poisoning outbreak.”
“Shame. You two would look cute together.”
“Go away, Cameron.”
He laughs and wanders off toward Connor near the buffet.
I take a sip of champagne.
It’s warm and slightly bitter.
Like this entire evening.
“Would you give me a dance?”
I jump.
Finn is standing beside me, one hand extended.
“What?”
“Would you dance with me?” he repeats.
I glance around the room. Maggie is chatting with Isobel near the window. Couples sway together, lost in their own little worlds. Nobody is paying attention to us.
“We don’t need to convince them tonight,” I say quietly.
“I know.”
Our eyes meet.
His expression is unreadable, but there’s something in his gaze.
Something that feels like challenge.
