Dreams of a Highlander (A time travel Scottish romance) (Arch Through Time Book 1) by Baker Katy

Author:Baker, Katy [Baker, Katy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Katy Baker
Published: 2016-08-29T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter 13

Light streaming through her bedroom windows woke Darcy the next morning. She opened her eyes, squinting, to see Alice pulling back the drapes.

She groaned and turned over, burying her head in the pillow. "What time is it?"

"Nearly the third hour after dawn, Lady Darcy," Alice replied "Lady Rebecca said I should let you sleep in after yer day yesterday."

Sleep in? Darcy said to herself. It's barely seven o'clock!

"Thank you, Alice," she mumbled. "I'll get myself ready. Tell Rebecca I'll be down shortly."

Alice nodded and crossed to the door. She paused before leaving and looked back at Darcy. "Is it true?" she asked.

Darcy sat up, wrapping her hands around her knees. "Is what true?"

"That in America there are women warriors and chieftains and that a woman can do whatever she pleases, even if her menfolk don't approve?"

The look of wonder on Alice's face made her smile. "Yes, Alice, it's true."

Alice's smile grew. "I'll tell Lady Rebecca ye'll be down anon," she said before slipping out and closing the door softly behind her.

Darcy threw back the covers and padded over to the window. The sky was blue and clear, the sun shining down. The large puddles that dotted the courtyard were the only indicator of the downpour yesterday. A twinge of guilt stabbed at Darcy. The clan was up and about, everyone already going about their day, and here she was sleeping late! She washed and dressed then pulled open her bedroom door and halted in surprise.

A bunch of meadow flowers lay on her doorstep.

They were tied with a red ribbon – tied with clumsy fingers that made the bow a big messy knot. She had no doubt who they were from. With a little cry of pleasure she scooped them up and held them to her nose. The scent reminded her of summer – and of Quinn. His scent seemed to be the smell of the Highlands themselves – clean air, sharp wind and the grasses that blew in that wind.

Ah, Quinn.

What was she to do about him? He'd filled her dreams all night. Those piercing eyes, that chiseled face, those strong arms. Yesterday had changed something between them. Darcy wasn't entirely sure what. She only knew that something was growing inside her. Something dangerous. If she gave into it, she would lose herself. Lose herself in him. But wasn't she going home soon?

She placed the flowers on her dressing table – reminding herself to ask Alice for a vase – and hurried downstairs to the great hall. She was disappointed to find it almost empty. There was no sign of Quinn, Laird Robert or any of the warriors. A few servants were sweeping the floor and Rebecca was seated at the head table with the steward, looking over parchments laid out on the table before them.

"Morning, sleepy!" Rebecca called. "Come on over and join us."

Darcy held up a hand. "I don't want to interrupt, you look busy."

Rebecca pulled a face. "Ye can interrupt all ye want. If I read

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