Page 105 of A Scottish Island Summer

Logan thrust my phone back at me and I watched him stride towards his truck, without a backwards glance.

‘I think we’re done here,’ murmured Campbell, as he and Elliot exchanged contact details.

Elliot’s snow-white Volvo vanished a few moments later.

* * *

The drive back to Portree was agony.

I was hunched in the front passenger seat while a thunderous faced Logan kept his attention locked on the road ahead.

Campbell, meanwhile, was in the back seat, observing us both but saying nothing.

It was beginning to rain as Logan deposited us back outside the guest house. Campbell gave Logan an awkward wave and quickly vanished through The Gorse’s entrance while I lingered at the passenger side door.

‘Will I see you tomorrow?’ I managed. I had one more week here and then it was back to London.

Logan cut me off. ‘No, I don’t think so. In fact, I’m sure you’ll be able to manage without me for the remainder of your stay.’

Panic lit up inside me. I couldn’t bear it. Wouldn’t I see him again? ‘But Logan⁠—’

It was too late.

He threw his truck into gear and vanished up the street, leaving me standing alone on the pavement.