Page 112 of Death on a Scottish Train

“But you put yourself in danger again, and this time it was for me.”

I held up a hand. “Save the lecture, it won’t work. If someone I care about is in danger, I’m all in. Period. Nothing you can say will change that.”

He grunted. “I’m beginning to understand that.”

Then he grinned and had a mischievous look in his eyes.

“What?” I asked.

“You just admitted to caring about me. I sometimes wonder if you can stand to be in the same room with me.”

I laughed. “Well, it’s taken a year, but you’ve grown on me. I’d be very sad if anything happened to you.”

“I feel the same way about you.”

Awkward silence.

And then the alarm on the front door went off.

Ewan and I rushed through the house to the clinic to find Mara, Jasper, and Abigail bringing armloads full of food inside.

“What is all this?” I asked.

Abigail was already shutting down the alarm.

“The town heard about Ewan, and they have been bringing food to the pub all morning. Abigail told them not to bother you here.”

“That’s enough to feed the whole town,” I said. “And shouldn’t it be going to Ewan’s home?”

“They all knew he stayed the night,” Mara said. And then she giggled.

I rolled my eyes. At the same time, my stomach grumbled.

“Looks like we made it just in time,” Jasper said.

We made our way back to the kitchen.

The back door opened, and Tommy came through. “Food,” he said.

We all smiled.

As my friends and I sat down to breakfast at my table, I understood just how lucky I was. These people would do anything for me, and I felt the same way about them. Never would I take for granted my wonderful life in Sea Isle, and the great blessing of calling these people my friends.

I was the luckiest woman in the world!