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The bowl contains haggis.
I clap a hand on Hugh's shoulder. "You're a good friend."
But I'm a rubbish one.
"Can't let you cook for yourself," he says. "Your idea of gourmet is to serve Scotch pies you stole from your mum's refrigerator."
There's another lie I've told him. Well, I never actually said I can't cook. I let him believe it and never corrected his misconception. I can cook, but I usually prefer not to bother. But for Hugh, his culinary skills are a badge of honor.
I sit down to enjoy a meal with my best mate, telling jokes that make Hugh laugh so hard his eyes water. Better enjoy whatever time I have left with him. When he finds out what Kate and I did, he will never speak to me again.
Chapter Eleven
Kate
Monday morning has arrived. I didn't sleep well last night, knowing what awaits me this morning. I will see Callum for the first time since we had sex, and I'll probably see his best friend too. That explains why I'm standing at the door to the waiting room, staring at it blankly while I clasp my hands to my stomach and fight the urge to run back to my office and hide under my desk.
Yeah, I'm a big old chicken.
But I suck it up, roll my shoulders back, and walk out there.
I stop just outside the door and glance around to look for my client. Callum is sitting by the windows with one leg stretched out, rubbing his knee. Hugh sits beside his friend, leaning his head back against the window with his hands folded over his belly.
Did Callum tell Hugh what happened on Saturday? No, he wouldn't do that without consulting me first. Right? I haven't known Callum long, so I can't be sure of anything he might do.
No, he wouldn't tell Hugh.
"Callum," I call out, waving when he lifts his head to look at me.
Hugh leaps up and tries to help Callum get out of his chair, but the Scot shoves the Brit's hand away and makes a grumpy face. Hugh throws his hands up in surrender. Both men walk toward me. Well, Callum hobbles toward me. Hugh follows his friend, flashing me a grin.
Oh, God. He doesn't know.
I'd been terrified Callum might've told Hugh our secret, but now I feel horrible because he doesn't know. This is such a mess. But I behave like a professional.
"Good morning, Callum," I say. "Good morning, Hugh."
The Brit aims a sexy smile at me.
Callum avoids looking at me and winces the tiniest bit as he glances sideways at his friend.
Hugh claims my hand, kissing it. "Good morning, Kate. You look scrumptious as usual."
"Uh, thanks."
"Did you have a good weekend?"
"Sure, yeah." I resist the urge to bite my lip and pray I don't start to blush. I've never been prone to that, but I've also never secretly screwed a guy while his best friend is trying to woo me against my will. I've become such a horrible person.
"Glad to hear it," Hugh says. He sandwiches my hand between both of his. "Let's have lunch together. A picnic along the River Ness."
"Um, sorry, I can't. There's a staff meeting, then I need to…catch up on paperwork." Not a total lie. But the staff meeting isn't until three o'clock, and my paperwork is not urgent.
"Maybe tomorrow." Hugh releases my hand, hitting me with another sexy smile. "I'm available anytime—for you."
Callum clears his throat. "Could we, ah, get on with my therapy now? Not in the mood for blethering."
"We're not gossiping," Hugh says. "I believe you meant 'havering.' I've known you long enough to have learned some of the Scots' bizarre language."
