Page 70 of Blindsided
“I thought it was your heels that murdered your feet!” he exclaims, a look of disbelief written all over his clueless face.
“Heavens, no,” I retort with a laugh. “My heels were fine. It was your big mule feet that did all the damage.”
Mac scowls at me as though I’ve just betrayed him, but Fergus nudges him in the arm. “Don’t pout, Macky. Not all Logan men are smooth with the ladies like your dad and me. I’ll teach Red some moves later.”
His reply seems to puzzle Mac as he stares at his grandfather curiously. Just then, a pipe band contest begins in the distance and while the men head over, Mac’s sister Tilly asks me if I’d like to walk over to the pet show with her.
“There’s a pet show?” I shriek, my jaw dropped. “Where?”
Tilly laughs, her stunning blue eyes a gorgeous contrast to her long strawberry blond hair, which is the same shade as Mac’s. “It’s just on the other side of the castle.”
“Lead the way!” I exclaim and wave goodbye to Mac, who’s watching me with a tender look in his eyes that I feel directly on my ears. Maybe a little space is a good idea.
“I take it you like pets?” Tilly asks as we make our way down the winding path.
“I do,” I reply a bit too excitedly. I think that whisky is starting to hit me. “I only have a cat right now because I’m in a flat, but I’d love to own some property and have dogs and maybe even horses someday.”
“You’ll have to get out of London for that, I expect,” she says knowingly.
“Yeah,” I reply sadly. “It’ll probably never happen because God, I love London so much, but it’s fun to dream about. You live here in Dundonald, right?”
Tilly nods. “Aye. My flat is just around the corner from my parents.”
“Do you like living so close to them?”
She shrugs. “It’s fine, I suppose. I just never really expected to end up here. Life is pretty good at forcing you down a path.”
Her reply gives me pause. “Where did you want to end up if life hadn’t got in your way?” I ask, carefully wording my question so I’m not prying too much.
Tilly smiles. “I love London as well.”
I tsk and shake my head. “Then you should get off your current path and make it happen. Your brother is there. Surely, that’d make the transition easy.”
“London is not an option for me anymore,” Tilly replies with a hard look in her eyes. She then clears her throat and says, “Speaking of my brother, what’s going on with you two exactly?”
I press my lips together nervously. “What do you mean?”
She huffs a small laugh. “Unless there was another woman here today wearing a custom-made tartan dress, I’m pretty sure I saw you snogging him at the top of the hill.” Tilly pins me with a look. “And this is the first moment he’s let you leave his side, so I’ll ask again. What’s going on with you and my brother?”
I exhale heavily and chew my lip, trying to figure out how to reply to a question I don’t know the answer to.
“Relax,” Tilly says with a wink. “I’m not the Logan you should be afraid of.”
I look over at her. “Which one should I be afraid of?”
“Most would think it’s my grandad,” Tilly replies, stepping to the side so a woman with a pram can walk by. She rejoins me and adds, “He’s the one who acts like women are the devil. But behind closed doors, he’s a big old softy.”
“I can see that.”
Tilly’s brows lift. “He’s quite taken with you. And he’s never taken by women that Mac brings around.”
“That’s good to hear,” I say, and then curiosity niggles in the back of my mind. “So which Logan should I be afraid of then? Your dad?”
Tilly shakes her head. “It’s actually Mac.”
“Mac?” I ask, my stomach sinking. “We’ve been friends for over a year. I don’t think he’s scary at all. Dense sometimes, yes. Maybe a bit inappropriate on more than one occasion. But he’s sweet. A really generous friend.”
She nods and gets a serious look on her face. “Aye he is, but he’s a people pleaser at the expense of his own desires. And he will do absolutely anything to make our grandfather happy. Mac and Grandfather are extremely close.”
