Page 21 of Highlands Homecoming

“What about a treat?” Melissa asked.

“You’ll spoil the little devil,” said Margaret.

Sandy squatted down, meeting the dog's gaze. “You like that glove, huh?” he said with a chuckle.

The dog's tail wagged enthusiastically.

“That’s Melissa’s glove,” Sandy continued, holding the dog's gaze. “She'd like it back, please.”

The dog stared back, unblinking.

Sandy reached into his pocket and pulled out a dog treat. “May I?” he asked, glancing at Margaret.

Margaret sighed and shrugged, looking amused.

Sandy placed the treat on the sidewalk and waited. The dog quickly snatched up the treat, then, with surprising speed and skill, managed to get the glove back into her mouth.

Sandy laughed, shaking his head in disbelief.

“I’m so sorry. Maybe when we get to the car I can get it,” said Margaret.

Sandy handed the woman his business card.

“I mean no offense, but I’m an experienced dog trainer …” he began.

Margaret covered her mouth in embarrassment. “Digging myself deeper and deeper. How embarrassing!”

“Not at all. This dog can be trained with the best of ‘em. Seeing as it’s my friend Melissa’s glove, I’ll let the two of you handle that, but I’d be happy to help you with the training.”

She looked at the card. “Sandy MacGregor.”

He doffed his tweed hat and nodded. “And you might be …”

“Margaret. Margaret Douglas.”

“Lovely to meet you,” said Sandy.

Melissa immediately noticed the spark between them and tried to hide her smile.

“Why don’t you stop by my croft one afternoon this week … if you’re interested,” he added quickly.

“I’m very interested. I mean, my dog definitely needs training,” Margaret said, her rosy cheeks reddening.

“I’m sure she’ll take to it just fine. She’s got a lovely mum,” said Sandy.

As they steppedinside the inn, Sandy marveled at the spacious entryway and new carpets.

“Melissa, it’s grand. How you’ve been able to make so many changes in such a short time is just astonishing,” he said.

“Well, I just make the decisions. We’re fortunate to have found some excellent workers who painted, refinished, and hung curtains and decorations,” said Melissa.

“It’s stunning. What’s for dinner?” asked Sandy.

“Lindsay’s working on the menu, but I think she’s starting with some classics for a Burns Supper.”

“Wonderful.”

He pulled out a chair for Melissa, and she sat. Sydney came out and filled glasses with water and set out a plate of oatcakes and butter. “Can I start you with a drink?”