Page 56 of My Fake Dating with the Grumpiest Highlander
While the butler attempts to usher the sheep outside, Hamish keeps throwing offended looks at Ragnar.
Ragnar stubbornly refuses to move.
When Jamison finally succeeds in getting Hamish out and it becomes obvious Ragnar isn’t going anywhere, Maggie intervenes.
“Leave him, Jamison.”
Then she adds toward the sheep:
“But one suspicious move and you’re out.”
Only when I finally stand to leave does Ragnar deign to exit the dining room.
“He really likes you,” Mary comments as we leave the castle together.
“Apparently.”
“That’s rare. Ragnar hates everyone. Except you.”
“How lucky for me.”
She smiles.
“You handled my family well tonight.”
“I survived. That’s different.”
“In this family, it’s the same thing.”
“You know she’s manipulating us, right?”
The abrupt subject change catches me off guard.
“Excuse me?”
“My grandmother,” she clarifies. “She’s manipulating us. You and me. This dinner. The cohabitation. None of this is accidental.”
I frown.
“What do you mean?”
“Mary?”
Maggie’s voice carries from somewhere behind us.
“I have to go back. We’ll talk about this another time,” Mary replies, glancing over her shoulder toward the castle.
She looks back at me and shakes her head.
Her ponytail sways behind her.
“My grandmother is going to be the death of me… Good night, Doctor McLeod.”
“Finn,” I correct.
Her smile creates a slight dimple in her left cheek.
“Good night, Finn.”
