Highlander Ever After

I'm Going To Marry Her

Gregor

I left Dahlia’s office feeling unnerved. There was a man sitting in her office that claimed to be with the FBI. What would they want with my girlfriend? Who is Sebastian? I sighed and dug the small velvet box out of my pocket and opened it.

The ring glittered in the overcast light and I smiled to myself. It was a promise ring, it was not an engagement ring. We have not made it to that level of the relationship yet.

You once made a promise to Anna, too, Gregor. Your word is about as good as shoes on a duck.

I have had this internal struggle with myself for a bit now. I slipped the ring back into my pocket and wondered more about what she was doing.

She didn’t have to work as a life coach, and she most certainly did not have to work as a cam girl at night. Degrading herself on camera for likes and follows on social media. I clenched my fist and wanted to hit the wall.

Dahlia was a brilliant woman; she had her doctorate in Psychology and yet she chose this life for herself. I wandered down the street in a daze, unaware of someone honking their car horn at me.

“Do ye not hear the car horn or is yer head so far up yer arse ye can’t hear anything but yer own farts.” I blinked at the woman addressing me. It was Maisie and she was grinning at me. She was dressed in a flannel shirt that showed too much cleavage and tight jeans.

“I did hear the car horn, what do ye want, Maisie?” She rolled her eyes and popped open the door to the Bentley Convertible she was driving. I stood back to appreciate the vehicle; it was a vintage piece like the one Crowley had on the TV show Good Omens.

Jer and Anna would always go on about that show and I watched it because of the car. I slid into the passenger seat and the leather was soft and supple.

“This is a pretty sweet car, how did someone like ye get to acquire this?” She pulled into traffic and scowled at me.

“That is pretty sexist and insulting, Mackenzie. I see ye get the charm from yer mother.” She yelled out the window as someone almost sideswiped her.

“I dona wish to talk about my mother.” She let out a snort and swerved into traffic again causing people to honk at her angrily. I wanted to go to Anna’s place and apologize to her for my mother’s behavior.

“We need to talk about our marriage.” Sighing, I gripped the handle on the door as she swerved through traffic again. The woman drove like a maniac.

“There is no marriage Maisie, I am dating Dahlia.” She let out a bark of laughter and pulled in front of a row of flats.

“Aye, so ye say. We should talk about yer little strumpet.”

“She is not a strumpet.” Maisie raised an eyebrow and slid out of the car and walked up the steps toward the townhome.

“I would believe that if ye had a little more conviction in yer words there, Mackenzie. We still need to talk. Come on in.” She pushed open the door and waited for me to follow her.

“I think I will catch a cab back to my place. Besides, I need to visit a friend and apologize for my mother’s behavior.”

“I will take ye to see Anna later if ye want. We really do need to talk Mackenzie.” I heaved myself out of the car and knew I would have to make it up to Dahlia later if she found out. Right now I needed to figure out what this woman wanted.

I also needed to figure out how to get Dahlia to quit her night job, because if I was going to marry her, she would carry the Mackenzie name. She will have to be a respectable pillar of society.

I cringed inwardly at the words and realized, I really am turning into my mother.