His date?

A strange sensation moved through my stomach. I’d experienced a similar sensation on a vertical roller-coaster ride. It had taken us to the top of the almost two-hundred-foot structure, only for it to hang suspended for a moment before plummeting.

So Lachlan brought a date.

What did I care?

Pushing my odd feelings aside, I concentrated on the fact that Mac and Lachlan wore kilts.

I tried not to stare at Lachlan, in particular, and failed.

A tall, rugged Scotsman in a kilt was definitely something to see.

Mac and Lachlan wore matching tartan—a dark green plaid with red, black, and white accents. Clearly a clan tartan. But while my dad wore a black suit jacket, matching waistcoat, and white shirt, Lachlan wore a dark gray waistcoat, jacket, and white shirt.

They each wore a matching sporran over the kilt, but my father’s long knee socks were black on black with his dress shoes. Lachlan’s socks were dark gray so the laces of his dress shoes were visible, wrapped around his calves.

And his calves … wow, those were powerful calves.

My eyes drew up his legs but unfortunately, the kilt obscured his thighs.

Oh my God, I was ogling the devil.

In front of his date, no less.

Shit.

“Jesus, he brought Leighanne. What was he thinking?” Lucy muttered under her breath just loud enough for me to hear.

Leighanne. The fuck buddy from Glasgow.

Wow. His point could not be any clearer.

I wrenched my attention from the bastard and his lovely date to my dad. Mac crossed the reception to greet us.

“You look beautiful, ladies,” he said, throwing Lucy an appreciative glance before coming to me. He pulled me into his arms, disentangling me from Lucy, and I stiffened in surprise.

Mac was hugging me.

My dad was hugging me.

There was still a part of me that wanted to keep my guard up. Ward off his affection until I could trust him more. Yet I found it impossible to separate the dad from my childhood from the man in front of me. I couldn’t not put my arms around him to return the embrace. “Hey, Dad.”

At the word, Mac tightened his hold for a second before he pushed me gently away to study my face. “Sometimes I can’t believe how grown up you are.”

Looking at his handsome face, I acknowledged, “If it’s weird for you, it’s weird for me too. I’m calling a man who looks barely ten years older than me ‘Dad.’”

“It’s weird for us all,” Lucy announced, laughter in her voice.

I threw her a look that made her chuckle before she sauntered off to join Eredine.

Turning to Mac, I said, “You feeling okay?”

“I feel good.”

“You’re walking like you’re not feeling any pain.”

“I’m not,” he reassured, stepping to my side to loop my arm through his. “It’s only if I push myself that I start to feel it.”

“Okay, well, no ceilidh dancing, then.”

“Promise.”

“The cars are waiting,” Lachlan announced before leading Leighanne toward the main entrance with Lucy. He hadn’t even bothered to introduce me to his date.

In fact, he hadn’t looked at me once. If that was the way he wanted things to be, then I could accommodate.

Eredine waited for me and Mac, and we exchanged compliments.

“Lucy tricked me into dressing for the red carpet. Said everyone would be dressed like this.”

“Not quite as glamorous.” Eredine gave me a reassuring smile. “But who cares? You look wonderful.”

“She’s right. Just enjoy yourself.” Mac patted my hand in comfort.

“Will all the men be in traditional dress?” I asked as I tried to get into the back of Lachlan’s seven-seater Range Rover without flashing anyone. Lachlan was already up front next to one of the estate chauffeurs. Lucy and Leighanne settled in the first row of the back seats, and Eredine took the spot beside Lachlan’s date. I noted the smaller Range Rover in front of us that housed Jock and several security guards and experienced a flutter of apprehension at the reminder we required bodyguards simply to attend a village social.

“Not all, but most,” Mac replied to my question as he climbed into the vehicle. I noted his slight wince as he sat beside me in the back row.

“You okay?”

“Just a twinge. Nothing to worry about.”

Taking his word for it, I let it go. We chatted amiably on the short drive into the village. He asked me about my day, and I told him what Lucy had put me through.

“Put you through?” she turned to mock glare at me through the seats. “You make it sound like a punishment.”

“I’m kidding. It was a great day. Though we started on the champagne a little early.”

“And soaked it all up with Guy’s amazing afternoon tea. We were delightfully pampered by Lachlan’s staff.”

I shifted uncomfortably because she was right. And I hadn’t paid for any of it.

Mac nudged me with his shoulder. “You deserve some pampering.”

It was becoming clear that my dad was weirdly intuitive and perceptive. At least when it came to me. “I should pay,” I murmured.