Page 218 of My Fake Dating with the Grumpiest Highlander
“Or he thinks he doesn’t deserve you,” Cameron suggests.
“Or he’s scared,” Connor adds.
“Or he’s just an idiot,” they finish together.
Despite everything, I laugh.
A small helpless laugh, but still.
“You two are impossible.”
“That’s part of our charm,” Cameron says with a grin.
I stand and smooth down my skirt.
“I have to go.”
“You’re really leaving?” Cameron asks quietly now.
“If they offer me the position, probably.”
Connor shakes his head.
“This is the worst decision of your life.”
“Maybe. But it’s my decision.”
I grab my purse and head for the door.
And nearly collide with someone in the hallway.
Hamish.
The sheep stands directly in my path blocking the corridor.
He looks at me with an expression I’ve never seen before.
Sadness.
“Hamish? What are you doing here?”
He lets out a soft bleat.
The sound twists painfully in my chest.
“I know. But I can’t stay.”
I kneel down in front of him and stroke his rough wool.
“I’m going to miss you, you ridiculous sock thief.”
Hamish presses his muzzle gently against my hand.
A rare gesture of affection.
I stand again, throat tight, and continue toward the exit.
The sheep follows me.
