Page 80 of Murder at the Highland Games

Amir looked uncertain for a moment.

‘Oh, please do!’ Ally said. ‘And you must try their desserts – Linda makes them.’

‘This is very kind,’ Amir said, looking from Ally to Ross with a smile.

As she and Ross watched him drive away, Ally thought for the umpteenth time what a very lucky woman she was. Here she was, in this glorious spot, on this beautiful autumn day, surrounded by a hillside of purple heather and looking down over the golds and bronzes of the trees beneath in the funny little village she called home.

Ross took her arm. ‘Come inside, Ally,’ he said. ‘It’s getting cold.’

And, not least, Ross! Ally smiled up at this handsome man who made her life so much richer. Whatever would she do without him? She was indeed an extremely fortunate woman, and she knew it.

Holding him close, Ally let him lead her over the threshold of The Auld Malthouse, and shut the door.

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