The Storyteller: A Highland Romance (Ghosts of Culloden Moor Book 45) by Terri Brisbin & The Ghosts of Culloden Moor

Author:Terri Brisbin & The Ghosts of Culloden Moor [Brisbin, Terri]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: clean and wholesome, novella, Scotland, contemporary, Romance, warrior, Historical, magic, HEA, Culloden Moor, Highlander, ghost story
ISBN: 9780999654088
Publisher: Luckenbooth Press
Published: 2018-09-17T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

The soundness and depth of her sleep surprised her. Fee opened her eyes to find daylight streaming into the small window that faced the east. And she found herself alone in that bed. She’d never even felt his departure. That was not normal.

Fee would admit that she hadn’t shared a bed with anyone in a long time and the last time she slept with a man, well, that was long ago, too. Yet, for a while in the middle of the night, he’d been wrapped around her so tightly and she savored that closeness. When she’d awakened in the dark, she could not feel a place where a skosh of space separated his body from hers. The truly strange thing was that she’d not slept soundly in years and yet she’d slept through his leaving the bed and the room.

Rolling onto her back, Fee began the stretching exercises that started every day of her life before she would even think about getting up. This morning, they seemed easier and her body was still warm, not cold or shivering as she usually woke.

From having his body wrapped around her through the night.

There had been a moment when he’d embraced her and all of his strength and heat poured into her and, for that moment, she’d not felt as alone and separate as she had for years. As she climbed from the bed, she realized she’d slept in her clothes. But the sight of her father’s robe, there on the bed even now, had torn her heart in pieces in an unexpected way. Oh, showing Struan his sweaters and shirts twisted her gut but that robe was a killer for her.

In only a few minutes, she washed and changed and went downstairs to find Struan. The house’s silence told her he was not there. Had he gone? Had telling his story to her finished whatever he must do to leave? She quickened her steps through the living room and kitchen and spoke his name.

No one answered.

Well, she was back on her own and now must either move forward with her plan or accept that she’d failed. Lost in her thoughts, she moved around the kitchen and she only noticed that she was making tea when the electric kettle boiled. A habit of long standing that. Her parents and sister preferred coffee while she and Ian were tea drinkers. But their practice was first-up, make-the-coffee-tea.

Oh, dear God, how she wanted to make coffee for them again!

If only she hadn’t called the family meeting at the office to discuss a new venture. If only it hadn’t been THAT day. If only they’d heard the whistling of the gas building beneath their feet. If only … If only.

Pain unlike anything she’d felt in months pierced her heart, forcing her to grab hold of the counter to stay on her feet. The guilt. The knowing that her actions had resulted in her family’s death. Everyone tried to convince her otherwise, telling her that there were

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