Page 76 of My Fake Dating with the Grumpiest Highlander
“Duncan Fraser should mind his own business,” I mutter.
Keira scoots closer, eyes sparkling.
“He says you looked like a real couple. That Finn was smiling. That he looked at you with... what was it, Emma?”
“A deeply unsettling intensity,” Emma replies smugly.
I roll my eyes.
“Duncan Fraser is a hopeless romantic who sees love stories everywhere.”
“So you deny everything?” Keira asks.
“I deny that there’s anything important going on.”
“But you had dinner together.”
“Yes.”
“At the pub.”
“Yes.”
“In public.”
“That is generally how pub dining works, Keira. Publicly.”
Maggie watches the exchange with a tiny smile but says nothing.
Which is somehow even more concerning than if she’d made a comment.
Keira refuses to let it go.
“So is it serious between you two?”
“No. Well... we’re getting to know each other. That’s all.”
“You’re seeing him again?”
I shrug with carefully practiced indifference while secretly feeling completely satisfied with how things are unfolding.
Our plan is working perfectly.
“That wasn’t a date,” I say evasively.
Emma and Keira exchange a knowing look.
“She’s blushing,” Emma points out.
“I am not.”
“You are. You’re as red as a tomato.”
To stay in character, I jump to my feet abruptly.
“Well, if we’re done here, I have appointments to catch up on.”
Keira laughs.
