“‘Robust men,’” I repeat, mimicking his accent. “You sound like a tourism brochure.”
“I’m simply stating the clause is necessary. For both of us.”
“Of course. Heaven forbid the great Callum McGregor falls in love with a humble American actress. That would completely ruin your stoic businessman image.”
Something flickers in his eyes—amusement? irritation?—before his expression smooths out again.
“One never knows what the future holds,” he says. “That’s precisely why we have a contract—to account for all possibilities.”
I keep reading, pausing at every clause that feels excessive—which is… quite a few.
“‘Party B’—that’s me, apparently—‘agrees to participate in traditional family events, including but not limited to: Sunday dinners, birthdays, the Highland Games, and Hogmanay.’ What exactly is Hogmanay?”
“Scottish New Year. A significant celebration.”
“And the Highland Games… please don’t tell me I’ll be throwing logs.”
A genuine smile flashes across his face, briefly softening everything about him.
“The caber toss is generally reserved for men, but if you wish to participate, I’m sure my grandmother would appreciate your enthusiasm.”
“I’ll pass. I prefer activities that don’t involve potential spinal injury.”
“Pity. You would have made quite an impression.”
I can’t tell if he’s teasing me or complimenting me.
He’s impossible to read.
I turn another page. “‘Party B agrees to learn the basics of McGregor family history and familiarize herself with local traditions.’ Is there an exam?”
“My grandmother will likely administer one. Informal—but merciless.”
“Fantastic. And how exactly am I supposed to learn all this in a few days?”
“I’ve prepared a file.”
Of course he has.
He pulls out another folder and hands it to me. I open it—at least fifty pages, complete with photos, family trees, even traditional recipes.
I stare at him.
“You did this… when?”
“I had a twelve-hour flight.”
I flip through the pages, grudgingly impressed.
“You’re always this thorough?”
“I prefer to be prepared.”
Clearly.
A photo catches my attention—a sharply dressed older woman with an elegant posture, mischievous eyes, and an extravagant hat.
“That’s her? The infamous grandmother?”
