Page 101 of A Highland Gargoyle's Lucky Star
I wrap my arms around her and give her a hug. “It is. I love it here.”
She leans up and kisses my cheek. “I’ve never seen you so happy. It’s wonderful.” She turns to Elryk. “Now you two go and enjoy your date. Gavin and I will be enjoying ours too.”
Elryk bows to her slightly. He’s so gentlemanly sometimes.
“Indeed. Let’s meet back here at five.”
We head our separate ways and I immediately link arms with Elryk, which makes him flash me a genuine smile.
The grounds are set up for a variety of Highland Game events, and booths featuring merchandise and food vendors are lined up all around us.
“Let’s get a snack before things start,” I suggest.
We start off with some chips, aka french fries, with curry.
“I’ve never had this before,” I admit.
“Wait till you taste it. It’s bloody marvelous,” he boasts.
I dip a nice, crispy fry in the fragrant curry, which has more of a gravy-like consistency, and pop it in my mouth. A delicious explosion of salty and spicy flavor blooms on my tongue, and I moan decadently.
“How has this not been a part of my life until now?”
Elryk’s eyes are fixated on my lips in a way that’s deeply satisfying, so I put on a bit of a show for him as I eat my portion.
Once we’ve demolished the curry and chips together, I spy something out of the corner of my eye that pulls me in like a food magnet.
My eyes stare at the food truck sign. “Deep. Fried. Mars bar?”
The older man in the food truck gives me a gap-toothed grin. “Aye, lad. You haven’t lived until you’ve tried this Scottish delicacy.”
I lick my lips to confirm I’m not drooling. “How do you prepare this magical thing?”
“We batter a Mars bar and then deep-fry it.” He chuckles. “And then you eat it.” He leans over the counter. “There’s a bit of anart to deep-frying these babies, but I’m a true professional. You willnae be disappointed, I promise you.”
“Sold!” I slap some cash down on the counter and wait in eager anticipation of this culinary experience of a lifetime.
A few minutes later, he hands over the fried Mars bar wrapped in paper. It’s still steaming hot, so I blow on it before taking a cautious bite.
The crispy, salty, and sweet combination of the fried batter and the melted, gooey Mars bar in the middle has me moaning like I charge by the second on an OnlyFans account.
Elryk grins. “Bloody good, isn’t it?”
“It’s fucking fantastic,” I say around a mouthful of the delicious concoction.
We continue to wander the grounds as I finish my treat. “You’d think with all the fried food Americans eat, they would have discovered some of these fantastic delights,” I muse.
He wraps an arm around my shoulder and pulls me into his side. “Now that you’re a resident of Scotland, you’ll be able to have them anytime you like.”
I pat my stomach. “I think I’ll have to keep them as once-in-a-while treats if I want to keep my figure. Besides, my arteries won’t thank me if I eat that much fried food on a regular basis.”
“You’re beautiful to me no matter what,” Elryk growls.
“Likewise. Although I’d certainly be happy if you keep the muscles for a good long time.”
He throws his head back and laughs, loud and deep, drawing the attention of many around him, as well as more than a few admiring glances.
My man is sexy as fuck—and he’s all mine.
