9. Chapter 9
Max had a meeting with a producer, so I had the house to myself. I tugged on some worn jeans and pulled on my fleece jacket. Cup of tea in hand, I wandered onto the deck and watched the birds skimming over the loch.
My phone rang. Caitlin’s name flashed across the screen. “We’re going to get lunch and explore Portree. Should we pick you up?”
“Sure. But you really need to come in and see the view from this place.”
Caitlin and Angus stepped out onto the deck. Angus took one look at the view and declared it “dead brilliant.” We headed to their rental car, where I filled the drive with stories of the Fairy Pools.
“That does sound like it could be a great place for a wedding,” said Caitlin.
“Oh, Max was actually talking about the Fairy Glen for a wedding. These were the Fairy Pools. I thought we were going to the glen, and maybe Max did too, but we ended up at the wrong place.”
Caitlin sent a soft smile toward Angus. “Wrong places around here sound like happy accidents.”
Angus put his arm around her and planted a kiss on her cheek.
“We could go now?” I offered, my gaze drifting between them.
“Tomorrow might be better,” Caitlin suggested. “When we haven’t been trudging all over the Highlands.”
“I’m having dinner at the pub in town—the one by the water. With Max. Would you like to join us?”
Caitlin raised her eyebrows. “Don’t tell me you’re back together?”
“God, no!” Says the woman sharing a cottage in Scotland with her ex. What are you doing, Abby?
I cleared my throat. “We’re just… It’s easy being around him. Plus he knows the area, so…”
“Say no more,” Caitlin said. “We’ll be there. Sounds like someone needs supervision!”
“Angus,” I pleaded, “help?”
He raised his hands in surrender. “An ex-boyfriend and two sisters having a tiff? I’m staying well out of it. Now let’s get you into town before this conversation gets any more awkward.”