A moment later Ian followed me in.
“You disappeared,” he said.
“I came for supplies.”
He leaned against the counter watching me open the chips.
“You realize,” he said thoughtfully, “that Mo has usurped you as trending on social media. A photo of him with his paws on Lola, snarling, has hearts drifting all over it.”
I laughed softly. “Better him than me,” I said, relieved. “But what about you? I have to admit, the gunslinger entrance was impressive. No one got that photo?”
“Not faced with a mask and a gun,” he reminded me, and slid his hand around my waist and pulled me closer.
The kiss that followed was warm and slow and exactly what the last few days had been missing. And which, of course, meant that was the precise moment the door opened.
“Caught you,” Amy said with a chuckle.
Beau stood behind her.
Mo pushed past both of them and trotted into the kitchen as if he had been invited.
“Perfect timing,” I said.
Amy raised an eyebrow.
“For interrupting you?”
“No,” I said. “For something better.”
“Tell them,” Ian said, eagerly.
I couldn’t wait to do just that. “Remember me telling you how Ian and I are going to Scotland in November.”
Amy nodded. “To meet his family.”
“Right,” I said.
“It’s a dream trip of mine after reading so many Scottish historical romances,” she said with a sigh.
“Well, you don’t have to dream anymore. Ian and I want you and Beau to come with us.”
Amy’s mouth fell open. “You’re kidding.”
Ian shook his head. “My family would be only too glad for you to stay with us.”
“In a castle?” Amy asked, the thrill in her voice was unmistakable.
“More of a manor house,” Ian said.
“I’ve been there. It’s a castle,” Beau corrected.
Amy grabbed Beau’s arm. “You’ll go?”
“I will take you anywhere you want to go, Amy,” Beau said.
I almost sighed, so glad they were back together permanently.
Unfortunately, not so my brother, Josh. He had work to do to repair the damage he had done to his relationship with Kate.
