Spirit of a Highlander_A Scottish Time Travel Romance by Katy Baker

Author:Katy Baker [Baker, Katy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Katy Baker
Published: 2018-10-19T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

The next time he saw Rhodry, Logan thought as they cast off from the beach, he would be sure to thank the man. It had been a grand idea of his to do something special for Thea. This morning had been perfect, far better than he’d dared to hope. When was the last time he felt so alive? So free?

As he rowed he couldn’t help looking at Thea. She was leaning against the side of the boat, her chin propped on one hand, her other hand trailing lazily in the water. Ah, Lord but she was beautiful.

“Who’s that?” Thea asked, shading her eyes against the sunlight as she peered ahead.

Somebody was standing on the end of the jetty. A sliver of unease went through Logan. Had Eoin’s thugs come back after all?

But he relaxed when they drew closer and he realized it was only Gregor, an old farmer whose land adjoined Logan’s. He guided the boat alongside the jetty and tossed Gregor the rope so he could secure it to the iron ring. Once the boat was moored, he leaped out and then helped Thea to disembark.

Curiosity shone in Gregor’s eyes as he looked Thea over but he didn’t say anything.

“Ye go on up to the cottage, lass,” Logan instructed her. “I just need a word with Gregor here. I’ll be along shortly.”

Thea nodded, grabbed the basket, and walked off along the jetty.

Gregor came to stand next to Logan as he watched her go. “So that’s the lass?” he said in his deep voice. “The outlander?”

“Aye, that’s her,” Logan agreed. “What can I do for ye, my friend?”

Gregor scratched his beard then hooked his thumbs into his belt. “It’s more what I can do for ye. That old woman ye were asking about? Irene MacAskill was it? There’s been word of her.”

A jolt went through Logan. “When? Where?”

“My youngest, Seamus, has just come back from Dun Ringill. There’s a woman there works the market sometimes by the name ye gave me. Sells herbs and remedies and such like. Lanced a boil for the wee lad by all accounts.”

“When was this?” Logan asked. “How recently?”

“Day afore yesterday I believe. I thought I’d best come over and tell ye, ye being so keen on finding her and all.”

Logan’s pulse quickened. Irene was in Dun Ringill? Could it really be her? He nodded and clapped Gregor on the shoulder. “Ye have my thanks, friend. Will ye come back to the house and share a bite to eat and some ale?”

The old man shook his head. “I’ve left old Daisy and the cart by the trail. I’d best be getting back before Morag starts wondering what I’m up to. I swear she thinks I’m a bairn who canna look after myself.”

Logan laughed. “Then ye’d better not give her any excuse to scold ye. Thank ye for bringing me this news.”

He walked with Gregor to the end of the jetty where the old farmer’s pony and cart were waiting. He waved him off and then began walking along the trail towards his croft, deep in thought.

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