“Strangely good.”
“Strangely?”
“I had seven appointments today without being compared to McKinnon once.”
Mary smiles.
“Told you you’d break down the wall.”
“We broke down the wall. Without our fake relationship, Mrs. Campbell never would’ve come to me that night.”
“Maybe. Or maybe she still would’ve come because you’re a good doctor.”
I shake my head, but I’m smiling.
Outside the window, I spot Ragnar stretched out in the grass.
“Ragnar’s still standing guard,” I observe.
Mary follows my gaze.
“He likes you.”
“He’s the only living creature in Glenfield who liked me from the beginning.”
“That’s not true.”
I turn toward her.
“What?”
“That he’s the only living creature in Glenfield who liked you from the beginning.”
She looks at me, and there’s something in her eyes that steals the air from my lungs.
Before I can answer, she turns back toward the stove.
“Dinner’ll be ready in ten minutes.”
I remain standing there, completely still, trying to figure out what exactly she just said.
And whether she truly meant it.
CHAPTER 16
MARY
The Scottish Dance Lesson
(Or How Hamish Decided to Become a Choreographer)
“You going to the céilidh?”
I look up from my coffee.
Ewan is wiping down the counter at the Grumpy Sheep with a dish towel that’s clearly seen better days, an enigmatic smile on his face.
“What are you talking about?”
