Page 66 of My Fake Dating with the Grumpiest Highlander
Mary gives Ewan an innocent smile.
“As it turns out, by a strange twist of fate, we happen to share the same guesthouse at the castle.”
“Oh really? How’d that happen?”
But I can already tell he knows perfectly well.
Mary waves a dismissive hand.
“We’ve had a series of unfortunate incidents,” she says vaguely.
“I see,” Ewan replies, visibly disappointed by the lack of dramatic revelations. “What can I get you?”
“Tennent’s and fish and chips for me,” Mary says.
Ewan looks at me.
“Same for me,” I add.
He writes it down and walks away, though I catch him glancing back at us every thirty seconds.
Mary leans toward me again.
“Now we have to talk. Real stuff. So this feels authentic.”
“Real stuff?”
“Yes. Like…”
She pauses to think, a little crease forming between her brows.
Against my will, I find myself studying her.
Most of the time, there’s something mischievous and bright in her expression—when she’s not furious like she was on the side of the road the other day. Her full lips always seem one second away from curving into a smile that reveals the tiniest dimple in her left cheek. Her ponytail sways with every movement.
“Why did you become a doctor?”
The question is loud enough for Duncan Fraser—sitting three tables away—to hear it clearly.
“You really want to know?” I ask, surprised.
“No, I’m asking purely for appearances,” she says dryly. “Of course I want to know. We’re supposed to be getting to know each other, remember?”
Remember that everything is strategic.
I think for a second before deciding to play along.
“My father was a doctor. My grandfather too. I guess it was expected.”
“So, family tradition.”
“More like family pressure.”
Mary raises an eyebrow.
“Do you regret it?”
The question is more direct than I expected.
