The Highland Fling

by Meghan Quinn

Herbal Essences?”

Just need to point out that it’s ESSENCE

I don’t want to do this. It’s glaikit. You can’t force me. You’ve got to be kidding me . . . Fine. Run-in with American: One. Uncommunicative parents: Two. Annoying author making me do pointless shite I don’t want to do: One. There . . . happy?

😂

Good God, if he winks like that again, I’ll pop my breasts back out of this dress and shimmy them in front of his face. No shame.

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.”

A job, a relationship, where you live—they don’t define you. It’s how you live your life, treat others, and take advantage of every moment presented to you.”

His voice cracks, and my throat tightens. “I would be honored if you would make my urn.” “Da . . .” Tears fill my eyes. “I can’t—” “Do this for me, Rowan. Please. Make my urn. It would mean so much to me.” He squeezes my shoulder. “Please.” Wiping a tear from my eye, I nod. “It would be my honor, Da.”