Ghosts of Culloden Moor 22 - Murdoch (Diane Darcy) by L.L. Muir

Author:L.L. Muir [Muir, L.L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Scottish Time Travel Romance
Publisher: Diane Darcy
Published: 2016-06-28T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

At the mall, Sarah purchased Murdoch some loose basketball shorts and a T-shirt while he waited in the car. After some balking on his part, he changed, and they went inside and purchased clothes more to his liking using some of the cash from the sale of his coin. Jeans, sneakers, and a black T-shirt later, and he looked good. Regardless of his complaining that he didn’t wish to be gelded, he seemed to like the clothes. At least now he didn’t stick out like a sore thumb.

Thirty minutes later, they were at the hospital.

“Remember,” Sarah warned. “I’ll do the talking. In fact, we might be better off if you hide while I get the room number. We can figure it out from there.”

She was relieved when he nodded without arguing and slid around the corner.

Sarah walked to the information desk and a young woman reluctantly set aside her cell phone. “Can you tell me which room Ivan Davidovitch is in?”

“Are you a relative?” The young lady asked, disinterested.

“Sister.”

“Visiting hours are almost over, but I suppose you could peek in on him for a moment.”

“Do you have any information about his wounds?” It seemed a sisterly type of thing to ask.

“I’m sorry, but you’ll have to ask at the nurses’ station.”

She got the room number and headed to find Murdoch. He was around the corner, sharp-eyed and leaning against the wall, looking big and intimidating. His new clothes, while nice, definitely didn’t make him blend.

“Come on, this way.” Without a word, he followed.

When they arrived at the room, she was relieved to see there weren’t any guards or anybody else around for that matter. “How do you plan to get information out of him?” All of a sudden she remembered the fight in the parking lot. Knives, guns, sheer brute force. Maybe this hadn’t been such a good idea after all.

“I have my ways.”

“Oh, dear. That’s what I’m afraid of. Anyway, don’t you mean, I have my vays. Russians, remember?”

He grinned at her, and it surprised her to realize he wasn’t nervous at all. The man drove her crazy. Maybe she just needed to learn to relax in his company and let him take care of things. That’s what he wanted anyway.

They found the correct room number and stopped outside. Murdoch, hands on hips, stared down at her. “Why doonae ye stay out here?”

“What? No. I’m coming in.”

“I think it would be for the best.”

“The nurses will wonder what I’m doing.”

Murdoch expelled a breath, then gave a slight shrug. “Fine. But I doonae wish ye to interfere.”

“Don’t worry, I’m not planning to. This is your party.” They went into the room to discover the man was asleep.

Sarah shut the door as Murdoch put a hand over Ivan’s mouth. Within seconds he started to struggle.

She pressed a hand to her throat and drew in a breath.

For her grandfather, she reminded herself. She could be resolute for him.

~~~

Murdoch was unbelievably strong. Even as the guy hit out at him, tried to scratch, to scream, and strike him with fists, none of it seemed to affect Murdoch.

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