Page 100 of A Highland Gargoyle's Lucky Star
“We did indeed.”
“What Elryk really needs to watch are the threeLord of the Ringsfilms,” Dad offers in his calm and steady voice.
Naturally, I’d had to inform Dad about this travesty early on when he met Elryk. He’s as concerned as I am.
“Ooh! We should all do that together,” I suggest.
“Great idea, son,” Dad says, reaching forward to clasp my shoulder briefly.
I sigh happily. Having my parents here is great. I kind of wish they could stay here too.
Hmmm. Something to talk to Elryk about, perhaps…
We continue to zoom along down the road that curves through the Highlands, and I alternate between focusing on the lane in front of me and the glorious landscape all around me. My new home is truly breathtaking in its wild and untamed beauty. With all my dreams of visiting, I never thought I’d be lucky enough to actually live here.
I really should send that magic store owner a thank you card. It’s all because I had that Tarot reading that I ended up coming here in the first place and found my destiny. I know that Elryk calls me his lucky star, but secretly, I think he’s mine.
I’m so damn lucky to be his fated mate and a member of the DarkWing clan.
I swerve a little as I notice I’m drifting into the right lane, and Elryk clears his throat loudly. “Perhaps we should pull over and I can take the wheel.”
“It’s all good. I’m having a blast.”
“Driving on the opposite side of the road is so interesting,” Mom agrees.
Dad has his eyes closed and is snoozing, his head resting against his window.
Before long, we’re getting close to Drumnadrochit, and I have to make a right-hand turn into the event parking lot. This is a bit weird to do from the left lane, and I automatically nose the vehicle into the lane that I’m more used to turning into.
Elryk curses.
Loudly.
I end up swerving out of the way of an oncoming Mini Cooper. They honk and I just wave out the window.
“My bad!”
By the time I park, Elryk’s white as a sheet, which makes me frown.
“Are you in pain? Do you need some medicine?” I fumble around in the backpack I’ve brought with me. “Dr. Martha gave me some pain relief pills for you if you need them.”
He stares at me aghast. “I don’t need any pills. But I’m driving us home. Understand?”
I pout. “Aww.”
He closes his eyes and mutters something to himself, then opens them and forces a smile. “Partnership is all about equality, right? Seems only fair since you drove us here, I’ll drive us back.”
Well, when he puts it that way.
I beam at him and reach out my hand to shake. “You’ve got a deal, partner.”
He slumps in obvious relief.
“That’s actually a good plan. This way, I can take pictures with my phone of the countryside on our way back. I’ll admit, it was a little hard to pay attention to everything while also focusing on the road. The beauty of the landscape was quite distracting.”
“I could tell,” he gripes as we get out of the vehicle.
Mom starts snapping photos with her phone the instant she’s outside. “This is just gorgeous, isn’t it?”
