I followed him out of the kitchen, touched by how quick he was to include me. I also sensed I was to be indoctrinated as ‘one of the guys.’ I sensed this because it happened all the time. I was okay with that. It just meant squashing the fluttering in my stomach whenever I gazed at Nate. And by squashing, I meant I’d have to crush those little f**kers into nonexistence …
‘Liv? Liv, you okay?’
I blinked again, coming back to the sidewalk, to Stirling, to the cold.
To Nate, who was standing right in front of me now with a concerned line between his brows. ‘Where did you go?’
I smiled. ‘Sorry, I think the cold has numbed my brain.’
‘Well, come here, you’ – he looped my arm through his, pulling me close – ‘before a finger drops off.’
I relaxed gratefully into his strong side. ‘Couldn’t you have done that earlier? Like, three streets ago?’
‘And miss the horrified look on your face every time we turn a corner?’ he teased, rubbing his hand up and down my arm.
I grimaced, but I was used to his teasing, so I let it go.
‘I’m sorry, folks.’ Jo threw the comment over her shoulder, her quick glance filled with guilt. ‘I should have made sure we put on coats.’
‘W-w-we’re Sc-c-ottish,’ Ellie chittered, her fingers curling into Adam’s coat. ‘We c-c-can ha-a-andle it.’
I squeezed Nate’s arm as we started to walk forward again. ‘Well, I’m American,’ I reminded them. ‘And I’m from Arizona.’
‘I’m American and I’m okay,’ Joss said, sounding a lot more relaxed than she looked. Her weight wobbled as her stiletto hit a crevice in the cobbled street. Braden righted her as she cursed at the ground.
‘That would be because of the six-foot-three shield you’re huddled against,’ I replied dryly.
She laughed, cuddling closer into said shield. ‘Maybe.’
‘We’re cold too,’ Nate put in. ‘We’re just used to it, so we don’t whine about it.’
‘No one is whining,’ Joss argued. ‘This is just our way of warning Jo that if she doesn’t hurry up and get us to our destination, we’re going to use her for firewood.’
Jo laughed. ‘We’re almost there … I think …’
We turned down a street that took us off the high street, and Jo frowned up at the buildings as we followed her. It was just an average street, with vans and cars parked all along it.
Today was Cam’s twenty-eighth birthday, and while we all assumed we were getting dressed up for a night out in Edinburgh to celebrate, Jo had a secret plan up her sleeve. Somehow we’d ended up in Stirling, a beautiful city with a gorgeous castle and quaint little streets, but also quite possibly the tiniest city on earth.
I had no idea what Jo could possibly be up to by dragging us there.
Suddenly she broke out into a massive grin as she stopped on a corner facing a bar. ‘We’re here.’
We all looked at the bar and then shared puzzled expressions. There was nothing particularly glamorous about the bar. It was … just a bar.
‘Where’s here?’ Cam asked quietly, his mouth twitching with amusement.
‘Here.’ She gestured upward and we followed her motion to the street sign drilled into the brickwork above the bar entrance.
CAMERONIAN PLACE
I burst out laughing as it all began to make sense.
‘You dragged us to Stirling for a street sign?’ Nate asked her incredulously.
Looking unsure, Jo nodded. ‘It’s not just any street sign. It’s Cameron’s birthday. He deserves to have a birthday drink in his very own place.’
The guys, with the exception of Cam, looked a little nonplussed by her thinking. Her fiancé, however, pulled her close and stared into her eyes in a way that made my chest compress with emotion. ‘I love it, baby.’ He kissed her softly. ‘Thank you.’