“What people? Name ’em,” Agnes demanded.
“Well, lad, how are you going to handle this?” Fergus asked his son, who cleared his throat before raising the microphone to his lips.
“Though Agnes raises a good point, the answer I have is, indeed,Twilight, so I’ll have to adhere to the card.”
“Rubbish!” Agnes threw up her hands, turning to glower at Graham when he laughed.
“Och, darling, you’ve always been a sore loser. Come on now, a wee kiss will sort you out.” Graham leaned over the bar but his face met Agnes’s hand.
She pushed him back and then squealed when he licked her palm.
“Gross, Graham.”
“Think these two have a thing?” Luch said at my ear, and this time when I looked at him, his face looked relaxed again.
“We do not have a thing.” Agnes whirled on Luch and he winced, raising his hands in the air.
“Och, now, come on, love. You have agreed to marry me, if you’ll recall?”
“That’s ages from now and basically if not a single other man in Scotland would have me!” Agnes fumed.
“Och, is it just Scotland, now, hen? That’s fine then. I’ll just be putting the word out to all me mates about staying away from you, and I’ll be biding my time.” Graham’s grin widened when Agnes pushed her lower lip out in a sulk.
“It doesn’t have to be just Scotland you know. Maybe I’ll take a holiday to Greece like Fergus and Meredith are and meet the man of my dreams.”
“Why travel all that way to find him when he’sstanding right in front of you?” Graham’s expression was teasing, but something flashed behind his eyes, and I felt a tug on my heart as I watched them.
“Round Two starts now. The category is Great Sports Moments in History,” Fergus announced.
“Och, come on.” Agnes whirled, hands on hips. “You had three sports categories last week.”
“The heart wants what the heart wants, Agnes,” Fergus intoned, ignoring her complaint. “Go on, lad, ignore the riff-raff. You’re doing just fine.”
We lost by two points, but I considered it a win in my book. Not only had I met new friends, but I’d participated in a pub challenge, navigated a date with Luch without too many awkward moments, and I’d enjoyed a delicious meal. All things considered, the day was turning out to be one of the best I’d had in a long time.
Yawning, on the walk home, I hooked my arm through Luch’s and pointed to the almost full moon.
“Did you ever wish on the moon as a child?” I asked, admiring how the soft light filtered through the moody clouds.
“The moon? Not the stars for you, lass?”
“No,” I said, wistful as I thought about my mum and me making wishes under the full moon. “It was always the moon.Mother Moon, how beautiful thou be, we have but a gentle request of ye.”
“And what would you ask for?” Luch’s voice rumbled in his chest against my arm.
“To stay.” My heart twisted as I realized I might finally have what I wished for all those yearsago. “For a home.”
“Looks like your wish might be coming true.”
“I think so.” I squeezed his arm and looked up at him. “And you? If you could make a wish, what would it be?”
“The moon doesn’t grant wishes to the likes of me, lass.”
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Faelan
Did I check my phone more often than I should hoping I’d see a text from him? Absolutely. But Luch had told me he’d be on nights this week, which meant he’d likely be sleeping all day. That was the life of a doctor, and it wasn’t like I was sitting around twiddling my thumbs, waiting to hear from him.
