Page 63 of My Fake Dating with the Grumpiest Highlander
I spare a brief thought for the rest of my cousins, but honestly? Not my problem.
I focus on Finn instead.
I take his hand. His grip is firm. Professional. Like he’s signing a business contract instead of agreeing to a fake romantic relationship.
“Deal,” I say softly.
We stay there for a moment, sitting at the kitchen table, hands clasped between bowls of warm milk and dark chocolate cookies.
And I can’t decide whether this is the best idea I’ve ever had...
or the beginning of my social downfall.
Probably both.
“When do we start?” Finn asks, pulling his hand back.
“Tomorrow. Technically today. In a few hours. The second the sun comes up and Maggie starts spying on us.”
“You think she spies on us?”
“I’m positive. She probably has hidden cameras all over the castle.”
Finn grimaces.
“Comforting.”
“I’m kidding.”
...Mostly.
“Welcome to the McGregor family, Finn.”
In response, he gives me the faintest smile, and something strange twists low in my stomach.
Finn McLeod is attractive.
But that’s probably just sleep deprivation making me delirious. Yes. That has to be it. Tomorrow morning, in daylight, Dr. McLeod will undoubtedly seem completely unbearable again.
He stands, rinses his mug in the sink, then heads toward the hallway. At the doorway, he pauses and glances back at me.
“Mary?”
“Yeah?”
“This is a really bad idea.”
“I know.”
“We’re going to regret it.”
“Probably.”
“But thanks anyway.”
Something warm flickers quietly inside my chest.
Not much.
