Heather opened it and glanced inside. “I think they look like wedding invitations. I’m not sure what you want me to say.”
“What about the paper?”
“It looks very nice.”
“You’re right. They’re awful. I’ll get new ones done.”
“I didn’t say that.”
“It’s fine. Just know that one day I’ll be helping plan your wedding and then you’ll be all about the invitations.”
“I’m not likely to be getting married anytime soon so it doesn’t really matter.”
“Nor am I if I don’t get the invitations sent out. Now drink more and tell me about this Scotland thing. When are you meant to be going?”
“I don’t know. He was going to email me about it but I’ve not had anything yet.”
“Check now.”
Heather looked at her cellphone. “It’s here. I go tomorrow apparently. For a month, blah, blah. Guesthouse room booked for me. They’ll be waiting to meet me at the Cromarty office on Thursday morning.”
“Anything else?”
“Nope, that’s it. Apparently I find out the rest when I get there.”
Donna smiled, leaning back in her chair, wine glass in hand. “This could be perfect, you know? You go to Scotland and clear your head. Maybe meet some handsome hunky highlander and find out what we all want to know.”
“Which is?”
“What Scotsmen keep under their kilts.”
“You already know the answer to that.”
“Their-”
Heather interrupted quickly. “You don’t need to shout it out loud in the middle of a bar.”
“Sure, sure I don’t. Say, how about we finish the wine and get somecock-tails.”
“I see what you did there.”
“What? All I said wascock-tail.” Her face was a picture of innocence.
Heather managed a smile.“I tell you what, if I find a cocktail under a highlander’s kilt, I’ll be very surprised.”
“As long as you don’t find a couple of olives down there too.”
Heather couldn’t resist. “Or a cherry.”
“Or pickled onions and a slice of lemon.”
“Or one of those little paper umbrellas.”
“What will you do if there’s salt around the rim?”
Heather nearly spat out her wine she was laughing so hard. “All right, stop.”
“Aw, we were just starting to have fun. It’s the first time I’ve seen you laughing in ages.”
“Really?”
“Yep. David’s been making you miserable and now he can’t. Drink up. Cocktails are on me.”
“Really? It looks like a dress.”
“Oh, very good. With wit like that, you’ll have the highlanders falling at your feet. I’m going to the bar, finish that wine.”
Heather smiled as her friend walked away. At least she could rely on Donna to be honest with her.
She was right. Why not go to Scotland and see what happened? And if it didn’t work out? Well, she could just come home again, right?
