Page 107 of Wild Scottish Beauty

“Fine, but you’d better dedicate your wedding vows to me or whatever comes out of this.”

“I am not dedicating a wedding vow to a woman other than my future wife.”

“I suppose that wouldn’t make sense, would it?” Sophiescrunched up her nose as she thought about it, and I almost lost my cool.

“Sophie,” I warned.

“Fine. But before I help you, I need to know one thing. Do you love her?”With all my fecking heart.

“Aye. With everything in me. She’s it for me, lass.”

Sophie sighed, as if relieved at my confession. “Well, in that case, I know she hasn’t had a chance to visit her gran since she’s been here. And I know she’d like that. Maybe you could go talk to her and do something sentimental to win her back.”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know, Ramsay. Figure it out. You want to win the woman back, think about what you did to hurt her. Her last boyfriend stole all her money and her business from her. You kicked her out of your business after she did all this work for you. She’s not feeling really confident at the moment. Fix it.”

With that, Sophie turned.

“Wait. Her gran’s address?”

“I’ll text you it. Now go sober up and figure your shit out. As much as we enjoy watching Graham flex his muscles, we can’t have him doing it every night, or Agnes might finally have to admit she’s attracted to the man.”

“God forbid.” I rolled my eyes and moved away from the wall, purpose filling me.

“Good luck, Ramsay. Remember, we all screw up sometimes. Make it right.”

“I plan to.”

With that, I walked into the night, thinking overSophie’s words. She was right, I’d hit Willow’s insecurities dead on, and now I needed to fix it.

I’d stupidly told her to go home, butthiswas Willow’s home. Loren Brae.

With me.

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

Willow

It had been two weeks since Graham had punched Ramsay at the pub, causing Agnes to grow all flustered, and me to grow more miserable. I’d hated seeing Ramsay hurt.

Even though he’d ripped my heart out.

I loved the stupid man.

I couldn’t believe it myself, to be honest, that I’d fallen for this grumpy, taciturn man, who was surprisingly thoughtful and interesting when I’d managed to break down his walls.

Or so I’d thought.

I still didn’t understand why he’d pushed me away the day after the fire. Sure, I would have been angry too. If Miles had lit a match to my business, I’d be furious. But I was different than Ramsay. I would have turned to him,leaned on him for support, and built it back up together. Instead, he’d shut me out and made me feel unwanted, untalented, and unnecessary to his future.

“I was just humoring you because Sophie had asked me to. I’ve told you from the beginning that I work best alone.”

My ex’s betrayal had nothing on those words.

Sophie kept telling me not to give up on him. She said he was just an idiot man unable to process his emotions correctly in the moment. The question was—did I need to put up with that from someone I wanted a future relationship with? If Ramsay couldn’t grow or change and learn to be an actual partner, there was no point in considering a future with him anyway. I just had to heal my broken heart and learn how to exist in a small town where I’d likely run into him at the pub once in a while. In time, maybe it would sting less.

He'd looked awful.

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