Again My Love (Kaitlyn and the Highlander Book 9) by Knightley Diana

Author:Knightley, Diana [Knightley, Diana]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2019-12-12T16:00:00+00:00

Thirty-one - Kaitlyn

Still dark in the room, middle of the night, or near morning, by the sounds, or lack of sounds, through the windows — the streets had finally grown quiet except for one man yodeling in the distance, and a dog barking nearby. I couldn’t figure out what woke me. But then — clattering footsteps on the stairs.

A man’s voice, Picasso, called loudly and drunkenly, something that sounded like, “Mad, let me in!”

Lady Mairead was at the door. She said something in return and then they both whispered at the top of their voices, coming into the living room while bantering with each other, and collapsing on the couch.

The sounds were unmistakably: drunk guy coming home for the night, and then, though I couldn’t make out the words, it was broken by what could only mean kissing.

I had been asleep on Magnus’s chest and raised my head to see if he was awake — yep, listening.

“Is this weird for you?”

“Och aye.”

I said, “I never would have believed this is what would make Lady Mairead happy.”

“Aye, the tiny man-child with the terrible disposition.”

Picasso’s voice from the living room rang out, “Beautiful Kaitlyn, come out come out wherever you are!” He laughed, then must have done something grabby to make Lady Mairead squeal.

Magnus asked, “I canna kill him?”

I twirled my fingers on his chest. “Of all the things we’ve done throughout time, that would be the thing that would send the whole history kerflooey. He’s only twenty-three years old he has to live to be ninety-one. He has to paint a shit ton of paintings. He has to become a cubist or else we won’t have...” I raised my head to look down on him, my eyes wide. “Uh oh — I think I just explained multiverse theory and time travel to the guy who will invent the modern age with cubism. Fuck, did I blow it all?” I nestled into Magnus’s chest. “Of course it’s already happened, too late now. It’s so hard to know what to do or say, everything is liable to change something else.”

We sat quietly for a moment. I asked, “So she’s going to live here in her happy place, give up her desire to be queen mother?”

“Aye. I have never seen her so contented. She is pleased tae protect the important man-child and provide for him and at least for a time daena want tae involve herself with us.”

“Do we like her enough to let her stay here and be happy?”

“Nae, she daena deserve it. I ken she has helped us verra much but she has also done a great deal of harm tae ye. I daena want tae let this stand.” He considered for a moment. “Tis useful though that she wants tae stay here. She is out of our way. If I could relieve her of the vessel, she would be trapped in a perfect place.”

“We could visit her once a year on a holiday.”

“Aye, tis a nice dream.”

Their voices grew louder as if Picasso had left their place together on the couch, his voice carried through the door.

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