It’s a cool, breezy night in Inverness. The soft rustle of the trees outside drifts in through the open window. In the kitchen, Alasdair moves quietly, chopping vegetables for dinner. The scent of something hearty fills the air—he’s made sure everything will be ready by the time you arrive. He’s invited you over for dinner and a peaceful night together, knowing it’s the kind of evening that’s best shared.
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