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you were there, you were on an escorted coach tour. This time there’s a rental car waiting for you at the Glasgow airport. Will you be able to manage?”
    Kira straightened her back against her belly flutters and hitched up the shoulder strap of her carry-on. “Of course I’ll manage,” she said, willing it so.
    To get to Castle Wrath, I’d drive on water if need be .
    Left, right, or upside down.
    Leaving those sentiments unsaid, she forced her brightest smile. “Americans drive in Scotland all the time,” she added, the words meant for herself as well as to reassure Dan. “I’ve also studied maps and”—she paused, stepping aside to make way for a young woman tugging two wailing children behind her—“if I recall correctly, about the only traffic hazard to worry about over there is sheep jams.”
    â€œAs long as you’re sure.” He still sounded doubtful.
    â€œI am.”
    â€œSure enough to make it all the way to those three fairy mounds I want you to investigate?”
    â€œThe Na Tri Shean?” Kira smiled, her exhilaration returning, banishing the little niggles of doubt about driving. Dan’s three conical-shaped fairy hills were thought to open into the Other World, providing access to the Land of the Fae. Not that she cared where the hills might lead or what mythical entities might dwell there.
    More interesting to her was that Dan claimed the Na Tri Shean were also rumored to be time portals.
    A possibility he wanted her to explore.
    And an opportunity she couldn’t refuse. Not with the three supposed time-portalling-fairy-mounds located not far from the Isle of Skye.
    More specifically, Castle Wrath.
    The image of those cliff-top ruins blazed across her mind, and her heart skipped. She could see her Aidan standing there, so fierce and tall, his plaid slung proudly over one shoulder, his gleaming raven hair whipped by the stiff sea winds. He was looking west, searching for her, she was certain.
    Catching her sigh before it could escape, she flashed Dan a confident smile. “I’ll make it to your fairy mounds,” she assured him. “I’d crawl on my knees to get there. Driving will be a breeze.”
    Seemingly mollified, he harrumphed, his gaze flickering to her carry-on. “You have all the information I gave you? Eyewitness local and tourist accounts of the strange goings-on around those three hills? Copies of the ancient Celtic legends that mention them?”
    Kira nodded. “I have everything,” she said, patting her bulging satchellike bag.
    Including a dog-eared copy of The Hebridean Clans , a slim but fascinating volume, its pages dominated by Clan Donald, Lords of the Isles and undisputed rulers of Scotland’s medieval western seaboard.
    She’d found him in that book and she wasn’t about to leave it behind.
    â€œYou’ve read the stories?” Dan was watching her. “The stress of the last days hasn’t kept you from going over them? I don’t want you running into anything unprepared. There’s always a kernel of truth in old legends. Who knows what—”
    â€œI’ll be fine.” Kira leaned up to kiss his whiskered cheek. “And don’t worry, you’ll get your story. One way or the other. If the Na Tri Shean don’t speak to me, I have a few other ideas for sure-winning tales.”
    His smile returned. “What? You visit Culloden and run into a handsome six foot four Highlander and discover you’re soul mates? Reincarnations of long-dead star-crossed lovers? Maybe that infamous Wolf of Badenoch and his great love, Mariota?”
    A hot little rush shot through Kira. She wasn’t planning on going anywhere near Culloden, but she had hung her heart on a six foot four Highlander.
    At least she was pretty sure her sexy medieval warrior chieftain was about that height.
    â€œI’m surprised you’ve even heard of the Wolf and