I take a deep breath and relax in the seat a tad more. “Was I exceptionally obnoxious? I remember coming here, the beginning of the night, and chatting with Alan, oh and of course, the walk back.” I grimace.
“Actually, you were rather charming, maybe not when you threw up on the side of the road, but other than that,” he says with a smile.
He’s fucking with me, and I find the teasing cute.
I lean back in my chair, crossing my arms.
“Speaking of burgers, I think I put my foot in my mouth with your chef.”
Greer puts the coffee down and his brows furrow. He uses his hand to rub his beard. “You ran into Callum?”
“I was apologizing to Effie for coming in late, and might have blamed how I was feeling on the burger instead of saying I was drunk. Callum overheard.”
“Fuck,” he hisses.
“Suppose he wouldn’t also like a coffee and scone apology?” I ask and Greer shakes his head.
“Don’t worry about Callum. What about you? What are you up to today?” he asks.
I take a deep breath and shrug. “I’m not sure. My apology tour and shipping my laptop off were my only plans for the day.”
“Lain,” Greer calls out, and I turn around.
Wouldn’t you know? There stands the man in the kilt that I can’t seem to escape. He looks at Greer first, a smile already on his face, before he looks at me, his grin widening.
“Maisie, a lovely surprise,” Lain says.
“Maisie here needs something to do with her day.”
“Well, you’re in luck, because my tour is only two older couples. I’ve got a seat with your name on it.”
“Oh, that’s okay, I don’t want to impose,” I say, not sure if spending the day with Lain is the best idea.
“I insist, and wouldn’t you know? That discount I mentioned actually means free?”
Greer smacks the table. “Then it’s settled.”
Did I just get steamrolled by these damn Alphas?
“I came in to grab a case of water,” Lain says, and Greer nods, heading behind the bar. “You’re in for a treat. We’re headed to Loch Rannoch today.”
Greer easily carries the water. It looks small next to him as he hands it to Lain. “Go have fun,” he says, and he leans forward so only I can hear. “Go find your magic, Maisie.”
I pull back and stare into his forest green eyes for a moment before blinking at him curiously.
A hand grabs my elbow. “You don’t get car sick, do you?”
“No.”
“And you already ate?” Lain asks.
“A little bit. I wasn’t very hungry.”
“I have some snacks, dinnae fash.”
I give Greer one last glance as I follow Lain to his van outside. He opens the door and I’m greeted by two older couples, likely in their sixties. They give me warm smiles.
“We have a last-minute addition. Maisie, you can sit right there,” he says, pointing to the first seat on the right. I take my seat and as soon as I do, Fergus is leaving his spot from behind the driver’s seat and nearly climbing into my lap.
