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prior to coming t o this century. She hoped she would not need t o be in the exact same clothing since her graduation clothes were beyond saving.
Deciding to reenact the scene to the best of her ability, Cat placed her purse on her arm before sett l ing down at the small table in the room to peruse the pages . Not looking forward to what was next, but just desperate enough to give it a try , Cat dropped the book on the floor under the table . She reached down to pick the book back up, hesitating only briefly before slamming her hea d into the underside of the tabletop . Her eyes began to water at th e pain. However, the tears soon turned to ones of frustration as she realized she was still in 1412. I can’t believe I thou ght hitting my head would work—stupid, stupid, stupid!
After a few minutes of bitter self-pity, Cat finally accepted what she had not allowed herself to consider —she was not going home— not yet anyway. Clearly, she had not fulfilled whatever need had brough t her here. Fine, so I need to fulfill some kind of need, I can do that. I’m gonna be so freaking helpful they will remember me as Lady Help from the land of Helps-a-lot .
Cat thought back over her various inte ractions since she first arrived in this time to see if she could remember any great needs . Unfortunate ly, the first ‘ need ’ that came to mind was the one she had seen in Alasdair ’s eyes less than an hour ago . Cat blew a piece of hair out of her face as she mentally berated herself. Someho w I don’t think that’s the type of need for which the s pell was designed .
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“Well, that takes care of that!” said Keith as he emptied the last box of Cat’s belongings from the truck into her newer apartment. Now hopefully he could actually make some progress with his search.
***
Chapter 6
Alasdair started training with his men early the next morning. Now that a threat from the Camerons seemed more likely , he knew he and his guards would need to stay vigilant—they could not afford the luxury of idleness. He also ordered frequent patrols to monitor and secure the perimeter of his land. He wanted to en sure no other Cameron spies attempted to set foot within MacLean borders without his knowledge.
Alasdair knew as laird, he set the example for his men. S o as he assessed their practice , he was irritated he cou ld not keep his mind on the exercise . Instead, images of Catriona beneath him kept resurfacing from the night before. As if his thoughts had the power to conjure , Catriona suddenly appeared before him.
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Cat had found Ailsa early the next morning to ask how she might be of service. At first , Ailsa had protested since Cat was a guest. B ut , Cat insisted she hated being idle and needed something to occupy her time until she found a way to get home. When Ailsa suggested Catriona accompany her and Lainie to the nearby village to visit Lainie’s sick mother, Cat heartily agreed . This was just the type of opportunity for which she was searching.
Excited, Cat grabbed her bag and met the young women downstairs. She followed them outside, but was surprised when they did not immediately head in the direction of the gate . Instead, they headed toward the sound of clashing metal .
As the y drew closer , Cat realized the origin of the sound was from men training for battle. If she had still doubted she was now living in the pa st, this image would have eliminated any remaining disbelief . These men obviously lived and died by the sword. The interplay between two opponents was both graceful and frightening. There was just no likening to it in the twenty-first century.
Yet, as spectacular as the image was before her, when she discovered Alasdair ’s gaze focused solely on her, Cat found she could not break away from his stare. She could see the same passion in his eyes from the night before , and felt her own body respond. His look was so heated Catriona even began contemplating a fling. Her time here was n ot
Deciding to reenact the scene to the best of her ability, Cat placed her purse on her arm before sett l ing down at the small table in the room to peruse the pages . Not looking forward to what was next, but just desperate enough to give it a try , Cat dropped the book on the floor under the table . She reached down to pick the book back up, hesitating only briefly before slamming her hea d into the underside of the tabletop . Her eyes began to water at th e pain. However, the tears soon turned to ones of frustration as she realized she was still in 1412. I can’t believe I thou ght hitting my head would work—stupid, stupid, stupid!
After a few minutes of bitter self-pity, Cat finally accepted what she had not allowed herself to consider —she was not going home— not yet anyway. Clearly, she had not fulfilled whatever need had brough t her here. Fine, so I need to fulfill some kind of need, I can do that. I’m gonna be so freaking helpful they will remember me as Lady Help from the land of Helps-a-lot .
Cat thought back over her various inte ractions since she first arrived in this time to see if she could remember any great needs . Unfortunate ly, the first ‘ need ’ that came to mind was the one she had seen in Alasdair ’s eyes less than an hour ago . Cat blew a piece of hair out of her face as she mentally berated herself. Someho w I don’t think that’s the type of need for which the s pell was designed .
***
“Well, that takes care of that!” said Keith as he emptied the last box of Cat’s belongings from the truck into her newer apartment. Now hopefully he could actually make some progress with his search.
***
Chapter 6
Alasdair started training with his men early the next morning. Now that a threat from the Camerons seemed more likely , he knew he and his guards would need to stay vigilant—they could not afford the luxury of idleness. He also ordered frequent patrols to monitor and secure the perimeter of his land. He wanted to en sure no other Cameron spies attempted to set foot within MacLean borders without his knowledge.
Alasdair knew as laird, he set the example for his men. S o as he assessed their practice , he was irritated he cou ld not keep his mind on the exercise . Instead, images of Catriona beneath him kept resurfacing from the night before. As if his thoughts had the power to conjure , Catriona suddenly appeared before him.
***
Cat had found Ailsa early the next morning to ask how she might be of service. At first , Ailsa had protested since Cat was a guest. B ut , Cat insisted she hated being idle and needed something to occupy her time until she found a way to get home. When Ailsa suggested Catriona accompany her and Lainie to the nearby village to visit Lainie’s sick mother, Cat heartily agreed . This was just the type of opportunity for which she was searching.
Excited, Cat grabbed her bag and met the young women downstairs. She followed them outside, but was surprised when they did not immediately head in the direction of the gate . Instead, they headed toward the sound of clashing metal .
As the y drew closer , Cat realized the origin of the sound was from men training for battle. If she had still doubted she was now living in the pa st, this image would have eliminated any remaining disbelief . These men obviously lived and died by the sword. The interplay between two opponents was both graceful and frightening. There was just no likening to it in the twenty-first century.
Yet, as spectacular as the image was before her, when she discovered Alasdair ’s gaze focused solely on her, Cat found she could not break away from his stare. She could see the same passion in his eyes from the night before , and felt her own body respond. His look was so heated Catriona even began contemplating a fling. Her time here was n ot
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