Page 250 of My Fake Dating with the Grumpiest Highlander

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“You got paint all over me,” she points out.

I grin.

“Sorry.”

Mary tilts her head.

“No, you’re not.”

“No. Not even a little.”

She laughs and rests her head against my chest.

“So what happens now?” I ask quietly.

“We stay. Together. For real this time.”

“No more fake relationship.”

“No more fake relationship,” she repeats softly.

Two loud bleats interrupt us.

Hamish and Ragnar are watching us with what looks suspiciously like satisfaction.

“I think the sheep approve,” Mary says.

I glance down at Ragnar, who’s gotten to his feet and is walking toward us.

Instinctively, I move slightly in front of Mary, but Ragnar simply sniffs my jeans, then hers.

And in a gesture that completely defies logic, he rests his head against Mary’s leg.

“It’s official,” I announce. “Ragnar accepts you now.”

“What exactly does that mean?”

“It means you’re officially part of the McGregor sheep pack.”

Mary looks up at me suspiciously.

“Did you just make a joke?”

I fight a smile.

“Maybe I’ve been secretly funny this whole time.”

Her grin widens.

“I can’t wait to meet that version of you, Finn.”

I kiss her again beneath the old oak tree with two sheep as witnesses.

And probably several members of the McGregor family spying through castle windows.

It’s chaotic.

Messy.

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