Page 154 of My Fake Dating with the Grumpiest Highlander
“But the symptoms don’t really match.”
Our eyes meet.
One second.
Two.
Every memory from last night’s kiss slams back into me all at once.
The terrace. His lips against mine. His rough voice whispering, I can’t keep pretending anymore.
I look away first.
Focus, Mary. You have a sick sheep to treat. You do not have time to think about Finn and his life-ruining kisses.
Finn immediately walks over to Ragnar.
The sheep lifts his head, and I swear his expression changes.
“Hey, buddy,” Finn murmurs as he kneels beside him. “What’s going on with you?”
He places a hand against Ragnar’s side.
The sheep doesn’t growl.
He just stays there, trembling slightly but calm.
I remain frozen near the door, watching the scene with equal parts fascination and professional jealousy.
This sheep hates me.
Barely tolerates me.
But with Finn?
He practically melts.
“You can come closer now,” Finn says without looking at me.
“You sure?”
“He’s calm. Take advantage before he changes his mind.”
I move carefully and kneel on Ragnar’s other side.
The sheep gives me a suspicious look, but when Finn presses a steady hand against his flank, he stays still.
“Good boy,” Finn murmurs in a soothing voice I didn’t know he possessed.
I begin my examination.
Normal temperature. Slightly elevated heart rate, but that could be stress. Pink mucous membranes. No abdominal pain during palpation.
“So?” Finn asks.
“No signs of poisoning. His temperature’s normal, no abdominal tenderness, mucous membranes are?—”
Ragnar suddenly jerks when my hand brushes his left hind leg.
