Page 207 of My Fake Dating with the Grumpiest Highlander
He keeps driving, jaw tight, eyes fixed on the road.
And suddenly I understand.
“There is no patient, is there?”
Nate pulls over in the middle of nowhere on a dirt road overlooking the valley.
The Highlands spread endlessly before us.
Purple heather.
Pearl-gray sky.
Not another living soul in sight.
He finally cuts the engine.
“What the hell are you doing?” I snap.
Nate turns toward me.
The panic is gone from his face.
Now he just looks furious.
“I’m saving your life.”
“By kidnapping me?”
“By stopping you from destroying yourself, idiot.”
I laugh bitterly.
The sound hurts my throat.
“I’m not destroying myself.”
“Yes, you are. Exactly the same way you did in Edinburgh.”
The city name drops between us like an executioner’s blade.
I go rigid instantly.
“I don’t want to talk about Edinburgh.”
“Too bad. Because I do.”
I reach for the door handle.
Nate hits the central lock.
“You can leave if you want,” he says calmly. “But first you’re going to listen.”
“I have nothing to hear.”
“You told Mary it was fake. That she was a mistake.”
I freeze.
