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“Wow! That’s a lot of freaking sheep!” Marge pressed her face to the window.

“Does this happen often?” Sylvie asked, and Grant shrugged.

“Often enough. You learn to get comfortable, and they pass when they pass.” He pulled out a book and cracked it open. “I keep a book handy for just this reason.”

“So, we’re just stuck here waiting for sheep?” Alice swiveled her head around as she took them all in.

“Yep,” Grant answered then flipped a page of his book.

Alice slumped back against the seat. “Ugh. They need traffic lights here.”

“It’s cool,” Sylvie defended. “Very authentic Scotland. Let’s kick back, relax, and enjoy the sheep show.”

Enjoy it I did. We sat for almost fifteen minutes before the sheep and the lone herder with his two dogs made their way across the road. After it was clear, I waved goodbye to them and watched them scurry up the green hill toward the farm above.

“All clear.” Grant put his book away then shifted into drive.

“Finally,” Alice groaned.

Marge shrugged. “I liked it. Thought it was cool.”

“Well, I had to pee,” Alice said. “And now Ireallyhave to pee.”

“Now who’s asking, ‘Are we there yet?’” Sylvie teased, passing a glance toward me since it was normally me asking that question.

Alice rolled her eyes. “Just get me to a properly functioning restroom please.”

“Be there in five,” Grant answered as we drove away.

He was right on the nose about the time, because five minutes later, we pulled onto a long, beautifully manicured driveway and he said, “We’re here.”

We all stopped fussing and peered out the windows, jaws dropping one by one as we approached the incredible castle towering over the expansive property. Even though it was winter, no snow surrounded the beautiful stone structure so large I worried I would get lost inside it. Green grass stretched as far as the eye could see, with gardens and hills breaking up the seemingly endless acreage. White clouds scattered throughout the dark, gray sky made the perfect backdrop to the fairytale-looking castle waiting for me.

“It’s magical,” I breathed out as we pulled to a stop. “I can’t believe we’re at a real-life castle.”

“I hope you love it.” Sylvie grinned back and squeezed my hand.

As tears started in my eyes from the overwhelming excitement bubbling over inside of me, I saw a man and a woman emerge from the castle wearing historical Scottish attire. The woman wore a beautiful dress, corseted up the front, with lovely blue and green tartan accents that matched the man’s kilt.

“Wow! They looked like they stepped straight out of history!” Sylvie said. “So cool!”

“Do we get to travel back in time?” Alice asked. “I wouldn’t mind finding those damn stones and stumbling into Jamie fromOutlanderfor a night or two if you know what I mean.”

She winked, and I furrowed my brow. “What’sOutlander?”

“You know, Doris.Outlander,”she said, noting my confusion. “The books and show about the woman who travels back in time and meets that sexy Scottish beast, Jamie?”

I shook my head.

“I’ve seen it.” Sylvie fanned her face. “So hot. So, so hot.”

“If it’s hot, Doris hasn’t seen it,” Marge answered. “But I haven’t either. Heard of it though. Sounds like it’s pretty sexy stuff.”

Alice’s crooked smile lifted a little. “Very sexy stuff. Hey, since this place has Wi-Fi, maybe we’ll stream it while we’re here. I’ve got my tablet. We can have TV parties at night in one of our rooms.”

“Oh! A slumber party!” I clapped my hands then my face fell. “Wait. Is it really dirty stuff or are you all pulling my leg?”

“It’s the most romantic show ever,” Sylvie said on a sigh. “And beautifully shot in Scotland. We have to watch it together while we’re here.”

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