I stand and begin cleaning my instruments.
Because it’s either that or burst into tears, and I refuse to cry over a ruined kiss and a manipulative sheep.
But while I clean the forceps and put away the bandages, one thought settles into me with absolute certainty.
I’m in love with Finn McLeod.
Completely.
Irrevocably.
Stupidly in love with a grumpy man who runs the second anyone gets too close to him.
And I have absolutely no idea how he really feels about me.
He kissed me last night.
He said he couldn’t keep pretending.
But today?
Today he ran the second Ragnar interrupted us.
Like it was a relief.
Like it gave him the perfect excuse not to face whatever’s happening between us.
Outside, the sky darkens.
A storm is coming.
The Highland Games are getting closer.
And we’re about to lose everything.
Or win everything.
I can’t tell the difference anymore.
CHAPTER 23
FINN
The Organized Apocalypse
(Or How Ragnar and I Discovered We Share the Same Opinions About Certain People)
There’s only one way to describe what’s happening this morning at McGregor Castle:
The apocalypse.
It started before dawn with noise.
Gone are the birdsong and peaceful Highland silence I’d started getting used to. No. Now there’s only the sound of engines, slamming car doors, shouting voices, and—because apparently the universe hates me—a bagpipe.
This entire circus started at five in the morning.
While drinking my coffee, I stare out the kitchen window at the endless stream of cars and seriously wonder if it’s too late to flee back to Edinburgh.
