The next time he returned two significant events would have occurred in his life: he’d be a married man, and he would have just operated on his wife. Skye looked up at him from the other side of Linda’s desk and ended her conversation with Callum’s receptionist. Love filled her eyes as she blew him a kiss. “Skye. I didn’t know you were here already. Why didn’t you call me?” “Linda and I were chatting. Besides, I know you had a lot to do this morning.” She wiggled her eyebrows, twirling the diamond ring around her finger. Maybe they should tell Linda what was going on. He could see Skye was dying to. No. She’d have to find out next week. It was bad enough he’d had to tell Tavish, but it was the only way he could get his car back. There wasn’t a chance he’d trust the Beetle to get them to Gretna Green. Besides, he wouldn’t want to take his bride in that old faunty. Thankfully Tavish was so excited he let Callum off the hook for the balance of their arrangement—as long as Callum covered his petrol for the month.
