Immortal Warriors 01 - Return of the Highlander by Sara MacKenzie

Author:Sara MacKenzie [MacKenzie, Sara]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2010-12-24T00:31:03.680000+00:00

When Bella woke it was to the smell of cooking. Surprised, she made her way downstairs, realizing she had slept far longer than usual. The flush of dawn had come and gone, and now there was a soft misty rain falling over the loch. When she opened the door into the kitchen she was immediately enveloped by a haze of smoke and steam and the smell of meat sizzling.

MacLean was busy playing chef.

"There you are!" he said when she came through the door. "I couldna wait any longer, woman. My belly was pressing against my backbone."

Bella cast an eye over the scene and decided he didn't need any immediate help. She sat down at the table, trying not to notice how pans and pots were moved by his invisible hands.

"You really are becoming a man again, MacLean. The Fiosaiche must be very pleased with you."

"I want to please her. And you, Bella. I want to be a man again, so that I can please you."

Bella cleared her throat, an image of MacLean and herself flashing into her mind with hot, sharp clarity.

He seemed to read her thoughts because he chuckled, and for a moment, just a moment, she could see a man-shaped cloud. Not black, like his silhouette against bright light, but bluish and green. Perhaps the color of his plaid? A pan crashed into the sink, he cursed, and now she could definitely see him. All of him. Enveloped in a fuzzy white mist.

"MacLean," she breathed, afraid that saying it aloud might make it go away. "I can see you… I think. I can see something."

He froze. As she stared he moved toward her, becoming bigger, and then part of the hazy shape reached out and she felt MacLean’s fingers wrap about her wrist. Staring down, she could see the vague outline of his arm and hand, but no detail; he was very poorly defined.

"I can see you," she said. "Not clearly yet, but I can see you."

His fingers trembled. "I really am becoming a man again," he said, his voice hoarse with emotion.

Behind him a pot boiled over with a violent splutter.

With a curse he turned back to the mess he was making. But nothing was damaged and a moment later he had served up two plates of bacon and eggs with half-burnt toast. Bella thanked him, finding it touching that he had not just cooked for himself, but had gone to the trouble of thinking of her, too.

"This cooking business is simple," MacLean announced around a mouthful of food. "I dinna know why women fuss about it so."

Bella narrowed her eyes at him. "So you're an expert now, are you, MacLean?"

"I'm a man."

"Your point being?"

"A man is naturally better at everything, apart from bearing babies."

Bella itched to throw something at him. Instead she said, "You're medieval, MacLean. A medieval despot. A feudal lord."

He munched a moment in silence. "Do you know, Bella, I've been to the homes of some of the nobles of Scotland, and I tell

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