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wrong.”
    â€œNeither have I,” Aidan agreed, watching his friend pour them both a generous portion of ale.
    He only hoped his feelings about his bruadar were as accurate. That the shapely, hot-blooded woman he’d been thinking of as a dream vision wasn’t that at all, but a tamhasg . Nightly visitations of the woman meant to be his future bride.
    As soon as Conan Dearg was found and locked in his dungeon, his people safe from treachery, he meant to find out.
    No matter what it cost him.
    Nothing was surer.
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    Worlds and an ocean away, Kira stood in the middle of the Newark Liberty International Airport check-in area, almost oblivious to everything but the precious Newark-Glasgow boarding pass clutched in her hot little hand. Gate C-127, seat number 24A. A window behind the wing, left side so that she could see the sun rise over Ireland and then the endless sweep of the Hebrides as the plane descended into Scotland.
    She remembered it well. The views that had stilled her heart and stolen her breath as she’d stared out at the isle-dotted coast, feasting her gaze on soaring cliffs, deep inlets, and sparkling, crystal-clear bays. Long Atlantic rollers crashing over jagged, black-teethed reefs and tiny crescent-shaped strands of gleaming white sand, inaccessible bits of paradise, pristine and almost too beautiful to bear looking down upon.
    Then at last the Highlands stretching away to the horizon, each ever-higher rising hill bathed in the soft, rosy-gold glow of a new morning.
    The new day she’d yearned for so long.
    A place of mist-hung peace and splendor so different from the hectic lifestyle she loathed that just thinking of being there soon nearly set her to swooning.
    Ignoring the airport chaos, she traced a fingertip across the fresh black print on her boarding card. She kept her finger on the word Glasgow , certain each letter held magic. Truth was, she could feel it. The boarding card vibrated in her hand, its pulsating warmth making her fingers tingle.
    Until she realized it wasn’t the boarding card causing the sensation but the trembling of her own fingers, her hands as they shook with giddy excitement. Whether in the flesh or not, Aidan was there waiting for her. She’d felt him call to her, could feel him calling her now.
    Chances were, once there, she’d catch another true glimpse of him. A daylight glimpse without the smoke-and-mirror effects of her dreams. If it had happened once, it could again, and that knowledge, combined with the thrill of finally getting back to Scotland, was pushing her over the edge.
    Making her light-headed.
    She took a deep breath, then shoved her boarding card deep into a side pocket of her purse, wiping her damp palms on her one great splurge: a fine and stylish, many-pocketed, weatherproof jacket complete with hood.
    â€œKira, you’ve gone pale. Are you okay?” Dan Hillard gripped her elbow, his blue eyes filling with concern. “We can still get your luggage back. You don’t have to go if you don’t want to.”
    â€œDon’t want to go?” Kira blinked at him, all the whir, noise, and haste of the airport filtering back into her consciousness, pulling her into its crowded, bustling reality.
    â€œ Of course I want to go. More than I can say.” She placed her hand over his, squeezing his fingers. “I’m fine. It’s just too warm for me in here. I don’t think they ever run air conditioners in this airport.”
    â€œYou’re sure?”
    â€œI’m positive.”
    A tall, middle-aged man with an open, ruddy face and an unfortunate haircut that made him look more like an army general than the executive editor of a magazine that specialized in paranormal oddities, Dan slung an arm around her shoulders, drawing her near in a fatherly hug.
    â€œWhat about driving on the left?” He stood back to look at her, the simple question making her stomach flip-flop. “The last time