The Highland Fling

by Meghan Quinn

Damn it all to hell.

Jane the Virgin.” “I would marry Rojelio in a heartbeat. Give me some of that Latin love.” “Even I would consider marrying Rojelio.”

Muscles McGrumpyshire.

“Don’t make it a thing.” I give her a side-eye. “You should already know I’m going to make it a thing.” “I’m asking you, please . . . don’t make it a thing.” “But I love making it a thing.”

Kilty McGrumpyshire.

“Why am I naked?” I shout,

When I finally pull away, he fixes me with a stare. “What was that for?” I shrug. “Thought maybe you needed a hug.” He slowly nods. “Didn’t think I did . . . until you gave me one.”

I think I’m crushing on Kilty McGrumpyshire.

Kilty McGrumpyshire

Yes, that’s a piece of who you are, but it’s not the definition.”

“You’ve been watching power-washing videos on YouTube?” Doesn’t everybody? “Yes, it’s quite soothing. Like raking sand in one of those sand gardens people keep on desks. It’s crazy satisfying to watch dirt be blasted away by water.

But do you know what really chaps my ass?”

McGrumpyshire,

Bossy McGrumpyshire . . . has a nice ring to it.

“I mean, I don’t kiss and tell.” “But you sure do blush when you mention it.” “Damn these Scottish cheeks.”

McGrumpyshire,

Trusty, dependable— “Ahhhhhh.” Screaming Fergus.

Kilty McGrumpyshire.”

“I love you, McGrumpyshire.”