EPILOGUE
FOUR WEEKS LATER
JennyPam fussed with her hair.
“You look fine,” I told her. “None of these males will care about your hair. They know that you’re married and off-limits.”
She smirked, still running her hands through her hair. “Some days, I wish I wasn’t. Having those Highlander posters above my desk can be quite distracting. My husband has already told me that he’s getting himself a kilt.”
I laughed. “Yes, I can confirm that Albyans can be very distracting.” Thorrn chuckled from my right, but I pointedly ignored him. I was still sore from this morning’s bedroom adventures.
“Sign-ups are through the roof. Half of Scotland seems to have signed up to be matched. I’ve had to hire two new assistants to help with all the applications. Even so, it’s going to take us weeks to deal
