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There would be plenty to keep me busy for the month, though I hadn’t expected the island to be quite so devoid of people. If I were to keep my promise to my two friends and find an eligible Scotsman, it would have to happen in Portree, most likely. The other “towns” on Skye were little more than clusters of houses. Portree itself wasn’t exactly a booming metropolis.
Even with an influx of visitors for the music festival, Skye was uncrowded and unspoiled. I loved it.
Around four thirty, I finished my long loop of the island and headed back to my starting point. Finley was nowhere to be seen when I arrived at his house. I slipped up to my room for a quick shower. After drying my hair, I sat in front of a small vanity and used a bit of mascara to give some definition to my pale lashes.
Deciding what to wear was surprisingly challenging. I’d brought plenty of clothes; that wasn’t the problem. I’d never been to a small-town ceilidh, so I didn’t know what to expect.
After trying on and discarding three outfits, I settled for a dress. It was deceptively simple. When I put it on, it skimmed my body, hiding the extra curvy bottom I could never seem to fine-tune and emphasizing my narrow waist. The bodice was a halter-top. It fastened at the back of my neck with a single rhinestone clasp.
Though my shoulders and much of my back were bare, my cleavage was respectably covered. The hemline hit right above my knees. I decided it was warm enough to go barelegged. I abandoned my favorite heels in favor of silver ballet flats that would be suitable for dancing. With a light, filmy shawl and a small clutch purse, I was ready.
Ridiculously nervous, I went down to the kitchen at a quarter ‘til seven. There would be food at the party. A good thing, because my stomach was growling. The picnic with Finley was hours ago.
I heard a noise behind me and turned to find my host staring at me, apparently gobsmacked. “Holy hell,” he said.
