Page 196 of My Fake Dating with the Grumpiest Highlander
Of course, it doesn’t.
It just keeps showing the time ticking by, reminding me that in a few hours the Games will end.
And with them, my arrangement with Finn.
My fake arrangement that became far too real.
Pain squeezes hard around my heart.
I can’t stay here doing nothing.
I call Keira, and she picks up on the first ring.
“Mary? Where are you? We’ve been looking everywhere for you. Are you okay?”
“Can we meet somewhere quiet?”
My voice cracks on the last word.
A short silence passes before she answers softly.
“Meet us at the distillery in half an hour?”
“Okay.”
I’m about to hang up when I add quickly:
“Keira?”
“Yeah?”
“Thank you.”
“You don’t have to thank me, cousin. See you soon.”
A few minutes later, I pull up outside the McKenzie distillery.
It still feels strange coming here.
Before Keira and Alistair fell in love, the McKenzie clan was the sworn enemy of the McGregors.
Proof that love really can work miracles.
A bitter smile tugs at my mouth.
Apparently just not for me.
I climb out of the car and slam the door shut.
I’m still wearing my work clothes: jeans covered in fur and mud stains, hair escaping from my ponytail.
I probably look like the lone survivor of a sheep apocalypse.
Keira opens the door before I even make it to the porch.
She walks straight toward me and wraps me in a hug without saying a word.
And that’s when I fall apart.
