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Rory had a feeling Ewan was struggling with what had happened. And who wouldn’t? “They shackled us, threw is in a barred cell and they keep telling us we’re indecent and that we only had one phone call to make. What the hell is a phone? Is this a phone? God, I should remember, but I canna. And why would we be indecent? Have they never seen a man’s arse afore?”
    “Take it easy, Ewan. I’ll help ye. Where are ye?” Rory had been lucky enough not to end up in prison on his previous visit, though he’d gotten close a couple of times.
    There was a muffled sound and then Shona was back on the line, her voice groggy. “We’re at Saughton. Can ye tell Moira to come pick us up? Tell her to hurry. There are a lot of creepy people in here and well, we’re both sort of panicked at what’s happened.”
    “Aye, of course. She had quite a shock. Passed out. I’ll try to wake her.”
    “Thank ye, Rory. I’m glad to hear your voice. It’s been so long.”
    “It’s hardly been more than a day,” Rory wiped a hand through his hair.
    “Wow… Three years have passed.”
    “Three years?” Rory’s head reeled. “I suppose that’s how ye found a husband.”
    Shona laughed softly. “I wish they served whisky in this place.”
    “We’ll bring some.”
    “And… we need some street clothes.”
    “All right.”
    Dickie started to rouse on the floor, moaning like a little bairn.
    “I’ll try to wake Moira.” And get her bastard ex -lover out of there.
    “Thank ye, Rory. I missed ye. I’m so glad ye’re safe.”
    “I missed ye, too. I’m so sorry to have up and left ye so quickly. If I’d known…”
    “Dinna blame yourself. We don’t get a choice with Fate. Ye disappeared. But now we’ve found ye.”
    Disappeared. She didn’t say left, or abandoned her, but disappeared. There was a whole subset of connotation with such carefully chosen words. “Ballocks…” he grumbled under his breath. “We’ll be there soon.”
    “Thank ye so much.”
    Rory set the phone down, and then grabbed hold of Dickie’s shirt at the nape of neck. “Time to take out the trash,” he said in a singsong voice, then dragged the groaning man toward the door. He wasn’t small, though nearly Rory’s height, his muscular bulk was impressive. When he wasn’t bossing women around, he must have concentrated on his build. “Nice to have made your acquaintance. Dinna come back. Ever.” And with that, Rory tossed the man out the front door, bolted it, and returned to the living room where Moira was starting to rouse.
    At first, she looked startled, eyes darting about before settling on him.
    “Where is Dickie?”
    “He had to make an untimely departure.”
    She frowned, and touched her forehead. “Ye threw him out didn’t ye?”
    “Aye.” Rory grabbed her coffee mug from the kitchen table and brought it to her.
    Moira took the cup and drank deeply before handing it back. “What happened? I dreamt that Shona…” She rubbed at her temples, closing her eyes in pain.
    “She did. We have to go get them.”
    “Get who?”
    “She brought a friend back with her.”
    “A friend.”
    “An Ewan.”
    Her eyes widened. “But I thought…”
    “I told ye, Shona is not the Ayreshire lass for me, and she never was.”
    Her cheeks colored slightly, and she sat up, her gaze turned away from him.
    Rory settled in front of her, his hands grasping hers at her knees. “Moira, there is so much I need to tell ye, but it will be best with Shona here, so ye dinna think…”
    “That ye’re lying?” she finished.
    He nodded. “What I have to tell ye, our story, it is not believable to most people.”
    She waved away his words. “Let’s go. I’ll go change real quick.” Moira let go of his hands and stood.
    He nodded, rising to his feet. Patience was key. She wasn’t ready to hear what he had to say, and that was all right. He could wait as long as she needed. “They require clothes.”
    “What?” She sounded so adorable when