Page 95 of My Fake Dating with the Grumpiest Highlander
I stay silent because I honestly don’t know what to say.
“But tonight... tonight you saved my grandson. Without hesitation. Without making me feel guilty. You just... did it.”
She swallows hard.
“Dr. McKinnon would’ve been proud of you. I’m going to make sure everyone in Glenfield knows what kind of doctor you truly are. I owe you that much.”
“You don’t owe me anything. Just take care of Robbie.”
She nods, tears shining in her eyes, then disappears into the night.
I close the door behind her, and silence settles over the guesthouse again.
Mary is still there, leaning against the wall with her arms crossed.
She’s looking at me with an expression I can’t quite decipher.
“What?”
“Nothing. It’s just... you were incredible tonight.”
I shrug awkwardly, uncomfortable with the compliment.
“It was just an asthma attack. Nothing complicated.”
“Maybe for you. I would’ve panicked.”
“You’re a vet. You handle emergencies.”
“With animals. Not six-year-olds who can’t breathe.”
I avoid her gaze while putting away my medical bag.
“You want tea?” she asks softly.
I should say no.
I should go back upstairs and try to sleep.
Instead, I nod.
We sit together in the kitchen while Mary boils water for tea.
I stay there with my hands wrapped around an empty mug, staring into space.
She sits across from me.
“You want to talk about it?”
“About what?”
“Why your hands were shaking.”
“It was adrenaline.”
“Finn.”
I lift my eyes.
