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Bell’s Bridge.”
    Just the mention of that River Clyde crossing brought a smile to his face. He stood and weaved his fingers between hers before looking up across the room. The patrons were waiting, expectant. “Sorry, folks. That’s all for today.”
    Murmurs rumbled through the pub.
    “Come. Let me take you home.”
    Still holding onto his hand, Skye nodded and slid off her chair.
    “Wait here while I grab your things.”
    “I’ll come with you. I want to say hello to your Da and Ma.”
    “And risk never getting home? While I’d love nothing more than for you to say hello to them, there’ll be plenty of time for that. You’re tired. You need your sleep.” Reluctantly, he released her hand. “I’ll be right back.”
    Would he ever be able to wipe the grin from his face? This all seemed surreal. He kept turning to look at her as he made his way to the bar where Tavish took his turn as bartender. He leaned across the counter. “Is Da in the kitchen?”
    “Aye.”
    “Pass me Skye’s things.”
    “Please…”
    Callum clipped Tavish’s head with his hand. “Like you’ve got any manners to speak of.”
    Tavish ducked beneath the counter and surfaced with Skye’s bag, coat, and scarf in his hands, and a wider-than-usual grin on his face. He pushed her belongings across the counter.
    “The two oh yees lookt guid up therr taenight. Guid thing yi don’t hiv tae pick ‘tween yir auld luv an yir new, brither. Awfy guid timin’, yir split wae Katie, noo Skye’s back in toon.”
    Tavish’s statement ripped through Callum. “You’ve no idea what you’re talking about. My breakup with Katie had nothing to do with Skye.”
    “Aye, right…an the Pope’s naw Catholic.”
    Callum huffed. He didn’t have time to spar with Tavish. “Give me your car keys.”
    “Whit?”
    “Give me your car keys,” he repeated, running short on patience.
    “Yiv goat yir oan fancy motor. Why wudyi want tae use ma auld faunty?”
    Why indeed? He’d rather drive Skye home in his BMW than his brother’s beat-up Beetle, even though that small car held beautiful memories. He’d almost cried the day he gave it to Tavish. “I don’t want Skye to know of my success. Not yet.” He pointed a finger at Tavish. “So don’t you spurt your mouth off.”
    “Whits init fur me?”
    Why did his brother always want something in exchange for a favor? He let out an exaggerated sigh. “You can drive my car for a week.”
    “Make it a month, wae fuel, an yiv goat yirself a deal.”
    Mumbling about the hard bargain his brother drove, Callum handed over his keys. Having the Beetle for a month actually suited him fine, but he wouldn’t let Tavish know that.
    Digging deep in his jeans’ pocket, Tavish pulled out a single key. It dangled from a Scottish thistle-shaped key ring. The paint had flaked off long ago, leaving only a tarnished silvery shape. He slid it across to Callum.
    Callum wrapped his fingers around the key ring. “I hope there’s petrol in your car.”
    “Some.” The smirk on Tavish’s face told Callum he’d be lucky if he made it back home from the Crowne Plaza.
    Pocketing the key, Callum grabbed Skye’s belongings and turned. Seeing her waiting for him, his heart bounced like a rubber ball—from one side of his chest to the other. They’d be alone at last. Would it be awkward? Or would it be like old times? He hoped the latter. Already, he could feel her arms around him, her lips on his. In the few steps it took to get back to Skye, Callum knew he had no choice but to pursue her.
    They had too much history, and they had never been given the chance for a future.

3
    The cold night air caught Skye’s breath as she stepped outside McGuire’s, giving her a reprieve from the jet lag that had overwhelmed her while waiting for Callum. She tightened the scarf around her neck as she coughed.
    Callum touched her arm. “Are you all right?”
    “I’m fine.”
    “You’re not ill, are you?”
    “Heaven forbid. I’ve