Page 230 of My Fake Dating with the Grumpiest Highlander
“It’s a long story. Hamish found a tunnel between the castle and the McKenzie distillery. Keira and Alistair discovered it during their fake engagement. But that’s not really the point?—”
“That demonic sheep probably has supernatural powers!” Mrs. Finley interrupts furiously. “I knew it!”
“Maybe we should call a priest,” Fergus suggests with complete sincerity.
Mrs. Finley wipes sweat from her forehead.
“I’m done. If he wants to keep the damn bread, he can keep it.”
“I need to get back to work anyway,” Fergus mutters.
Jamison straightens his jacket with what little dignity he has left.
“I shall verify whether anything else has been… stolen.”
They all head back toward the castle, leaving Mary and me alone inside the silent stable.
Mary crosses her arms and glances around.
“How did he disappear?” I ask.
“Sheep don’t disappear. He has to be somewhere.”
Probably laughing at us.
Silence settles again.
Neither of us wants to restart the conversation we were having before.
Apparently hunting down a criminal sheep is easier than dealing with feelings.
Then Hamish appears.
The sheep calmly trots toward me, grabs the bottom of my jacket in his teeth, and tugs.
“Hamish. Not now.”
He pulls harder.
“Hamish, let go.”
He releases the fabric, backs up a few steps, and bleats insistently.
Then he heads toward the stable exit before stopping and looking back at us expectantly.
The message is painfully obvious.
Mary watches the scene with the ghost of a smile.
“I think he wants us to follow him.”
“He’s a sheep.”
“A sheep who apparently has a plan.”
Suddenly Hamish charges forward and headbutts me directly in the knees.
I stumble forward trying not to lose my balance.
