Page 120 of Some Like It Scot
“Aye, Allison and Graeme were set to marry a long time ago, before Mum died. I dinnae ken why she showed up now after being gone for so long.”
Allison.
My bottom jaw loosed.
Allison Duncan.Practically perfect in every way Allison Duncan? Classy and gorgeous designer Allison Duncan?
Graeme was engaged toher?
The thought took a few seconds to congeal. I mean, opposites attract and all, but...
“She wants to sort out things, whatever that means,” Lachlan continued as we came to a stop beside my bike. “But I think Uncle Graeme is too smart to go with her when he can keep someone like you.”
I almost pulled the little boy into another hug. The idea of Graeme keeping me did have a nice ring to it.
“Ifhekept me, you’d have to keep me too, you know.”
“That’s all right with me.” He nodded his disheveled head of ginger hair. “I wager it would take the two of us to help keep you alive anyway.”
My smile flared so wide I almost lost control of my laugh again. “That’s probably a good idea.”
I leaned down one more time and gave Wedge a scratch behind the ear, then pulled Lachlan into another hug. “I’ll come back, Lachlan,” I whispered into his ear. “I promise.”
He looked up at me, his smile so trusting.
As soon as I got my next break. Right back across the ocean.
I hopped on my bicycle and started back down the drive. Even if Graeme reunited with Allison, I could still come to see Lachlan. And Mirren. And even Calum.
Because the truth was, Graeme and Allison could be reconciling right at this very minute. I swallowed through my tightening throat and gave my head a shake.
Don’t be illogical, Katie.
You are a sensible adult.
Graeme is a good guy.
This is not a Hallmark miscommunication scene.
I looked back at the house.
But this was real life. And it was always a risk.
And sometimes the girl didn’t get the guy.
Dave:You won again, Katie! You won the Vision Award for your category.
I should bask in the excitement of it all. Of the recognition of my work. Of my princess moment. Of finally realizing that my heart could belong somewhere again!
But the potential ship of Graeme and Allison—Graemison?—tempted to sink my wavering confidence. I pushed the thought away.
You are more than a relationship with Graeme MacKerrow.
Me:Oh wow, what an honor! I hadn’t seen the announcement yet because I’ve been so busy getting ready for the ball.
Dave:Ball? Oh, right. The Regency thing.
Me:Edwardian, Dave. It’s Edwardian. You’ve read all of my articles about it. You should know by now.
