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"Donnae ye think committing arson to celebrate my new job as a firefighter is slightly inappropriate?"
"No," Iain says, "not at all."
I glance at Magnus. "You must think this is a barmy idea."
He shrugs. "No, I don't."
Jack hands me a bucket of water. "Here. It's time to douse your first blaze as a retained firefighter."
"Blaze? I could snuff out the wee flames with my boot." But I can tell this lot have made up their minds, and I do appreciate their barmy sentiment. So I pick up the bucket and dump the water on the flames, dousing them. "Happy now?"
They all clap and cheer, and Jack hugs me.
"Can we go to the reception now?" I ask.
"Aye," Jack says. "It's time to party hearty, as my wife would say."
When I find Kate in the great hall, she's sitting at our assigned table chatting to my parents. I take my seat beside her and watch the lass, not hearing any of the words anybody speaks. But once, my attention briefly veers to Magnus. He stands in the far corner, a plate in his hand, while he nibbles at his food and scans the crowd like a true hunter.
Kirsty comes up behind me, leaning in to whisper to me, "Donnae worry about Magnus or Hugh. They'll find their way sooner than you think."
"Did yourda-shealladhtell ye that?"
"Aye." She kisses my cheek and smiles. "And I saw your future too, but I willnae spoil the surprise."
Kirsty walks away.
Donnae need to know my future. Whatever happens next, I can handle it.
I slant toward Kate, my mouth brushing her ear. "An toir thu dhomh pòg?"
She turns her head slightly to see me. "I'll kiss you anytime you want, even in front of your family."
"Ah, but the kiss I have in mind involves myacainn cungaidh, yourbrillean, and a lot ofcoinbheineadh."
"Don't remember what all of those words mean."
I slide a hand up her thigh. "My cock, your clit, and lots of fondling."
She grins. "Sorry, guys, Callum and I need to, um, find the restroom."
We race out of the great hall hand in hand, making our way down to the ground-floor bathroom. Aye, we have a poke there. Or two. Possibly two and a half, though I've stopped counting. Once we've reassembled our clothes, Kate lays her palms on my chest.
"You're not Super Kitten Man anymore," she says. "You are a super hot firefighter slash carpenter. Don't you love having a double identity with me?"
"Aye, I'll be anything if it's with you."
Kate Wagner isluaidh mo chèile—the love of my life. And our journey has only just begun.
