Page 235 of My Fake Dating with the Grumpiest Highlander
“You saved his life.”
Ragnar lets out a soft almost shy bleat.
Who would’ve guessed that a grumpy antisocial sheep had such a huge heart?
Mary carefully washes the dirt from the puppy’s fur while I hold him steady.
We work together without speaking.
Our movements perfectly synchronized.
Like we’ve done this forever.
An hour later, the puppy sleeps peacefully inside a heated kennel.
Mary washes her hands at the sink while I remain standing beside the kennel watching the tiny body breathe steadily.
“He needs a name,” she says softly.
“You’re the vet.”
“But you carried him.”
And you helped save him.
“Courage,” I say suddenly.
She looks surprised.
“Courage?”
“He survived. Kept fighting even alone. And accepted help from a completely unexpected sheep.”
Mary smiles.
A real smile.
And it hits me straight in the chest.
“Courage,” she repeats softly. “That’s perfect.”
She walks over and stands beside me in front of the kennel.
“Finn…”
“I know.”
“You don’t know what I was going to say.”
Yes, I do.
You’re going to tell me you’re taking the job.
That you’re leaving.
That this was nice while it lasted.
“Perthshire,” she begins quietly. “The position… it’s a really good opportunity.”
