The Pocket Watch by Ceci Giltenan

Author:Ceci Giltenan [Giltenan, Ceci]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Duncurra
Published: 2015-12-13T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 9

That afternoon had been the first time Maggie had even considered not returning to her own time, but once she did, she couldn’t stop thinking about it. Both the logical and illogical sides of her brain teamed up against her heart. Illogical ran around waving its arms and screaming, War! Pestilence! Famine! Logical rolled its eyes and offered a more elegant approach, plumbing, antibiotics, epidurals, and the trump card intended to invite guilt to the party, Responsibilities. To which Illogical said, yeah, that—and don’t forget eggs benedict!

When she was with Logan, she felt…whole, and it had been years since she felt that way. Her heart was battling valiantly. You deserve this.

Logical reminded her about Logan’s words on Love. Love? Where the hell did that come from? Nay, I don’t love ye, and ye don’t love me.

Her heart shook her head. That was before. He does love you. You know he does.

Illogical had to jump in. Don’t forget what he said about being yer laird and knowing what’s best.

Her heart grinned and Logical frowned, saying, That’s not a good example.

But each of these arguments ended in the same place, with Logical reminding her of how her father and sister needed her. This always pulled at her heart too, leaving them in a stalemate.

But it wasn’t even August yet—she still had ages. She put it out of her mind and just endeavored to enjoy the time she spent with Logan. He was still trying to help her conquer her fear of horses. She had reached the point where she could lead Robin walking and she could ride with Logan on Micah but she wasn’t quite ready to sit a horse on her own. Frankly riding with Logan’s arms around her was very pleasant and gave her little incentive to try it on her own.

Then it was August.

August first to be precise. It was another great feast day, Lammas, which celebrated the first grain harvest. It was the third major feast Maggie had attended and it was no less exciting than the first two. Unfortunately she was fully aware that this one might be her last ever. The wedding was two weeks away. Maggie absolutely couldn’t marry Logan if she was leaving. She wouldn’t make him a widower hours after the wedding. She either had to decide to stay or make sure that she could return home before the wedding in a way that the Carrs wouldn’t be blamed.

Maggie needed to shake these morbid thoughts and just enjoy the feast. Logan was engaged in a conversation with one of his guardsmen. Her gaze wandered around the room, eventually landing on Lady Agnes, who chatted with Lady Davina as she ate. Maggie’s heart swelled. She loved both of these women, nearly as much as she loved Logan. Maggie smiled as Lady Agnes laughed heartily at something Davina had said. However in an instant Agnes’ laughter died, her eyes grew wide and she clutched at her throat.

“Agnes, is something the matter?” asked Lady Davina.

Lady Agnes continued to clutch her throat, looking terrified.

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