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but a white towel and a grin, shaking one of
his hands in pain.
    “Gavin?” She flung herself at his strong gorgeous bod. He
staggered, but caught her fast against his chest, his heart beat a steady rhythm
against her ribs, his heat radiating against her skin.
    “What?” she squealed. “How?”
    She touched his cheek, pulled at his hair. He was real. “It is
you.”
    “Aye,” he said, his voice a little hesitant. “I hope you do not
mind.”
    “Mind? I thought...” She glanced over at the picture. “Never
mind what I thought. How can this be?”
    “I told you my mother was touched by the fae.”
    She nodded.
    “Well, I learned a bit at her knee. The words we spoke last
night... The tie between us...” He opened his hands with a shrug. “I wasn’t
sure... But it worked.”
    “I might have stayed in your time.”
    “Would it have been so bad?”
    “No,” she whispered. “When I woke up this morning, I wished I
had.” Her voice thickened. “I wanted...”
    He pulled her close, hugging her in his strong arms. “No tears,
my love,” he murmured into her hair. “I bound us with words from my heart, love,
and an item from your time. I wasn’t sure it would work, but I hoped. If I’d
bound us by something from my time, I think you would have stayed with me. After
what you said, I could never separate you from your family.”
    “It’s too far out, but I’m so blindingly happy, I don’t
care.”
    He looked exceedingly pleased with himself. “Aye. Perhaps you
could explain about the hot water. You were right. It comes out of the wall. I
burned my hand.”
    “Why didn’t you ask?”
    “It goes against the grain to be beholden. I’ll not be asking
you for every mortal thing.”
    “But there’s so much for you to learn.” She looked up into his
serious face with a frown. “How will you manage?” She winced. “There are all
kinds of things I didn’t tell you about. Electric lights. Trains. Television.
The internet. You are going to have to keep an open mind and you are going to
have to ask or end up a terrible mess.”
    “Hmpf. Well, there’s one thing I’ll not be needing. I brought
some gold. Not a lot mind. Enough to buy a smallholding. I’ll offer my sword arm
to the king.”
    She swallowed the protest. He would soon learn that owning a
farm was not the way to go these days. Nor was hiring out a sword. What would a
man like him do for a living?
    She glanced around. “How did you bring gold? You don’t seem to
have brought anything else. There was no sign of anything. Not even an article
of clothing. Which meant she’d have to find him something more than a towel to
wear.
    “I buried it a little way out in the loch, just before
dawn.”
    That explained the picture and the words beneath.
    “If luck is with us,” he went on, “it will still be there.
About a thousand pound, it was.”
    “In gold?” Her voice squeaked.
    He nodded.
    “Well, that means you are a very rich man indeed.” Which solved
any number of problems.
    He grinned. “I thought it might come in handy. I buried my
sword, too.”
    “It will make a nice souvenir.”
    He frowned.
    “Men don’t use swords to settle arguments anymore. And Scotland
is no longer at war with England. Or anyone else. So you can hang it on your
wall.”
    “Our wall,” he growled.
    She flung her arms around his neck. “All right. Our wall. Oh,
Gavin, I can’t believe this. I’m so happy.”
    “Me, too, lass. Now, will you show me how to work this miracle
bathing machine so I don’t burn myself?”
    “I’ll not only show you how it works, I’ll join you in it.”
    “Ah. Now, that sounds like a very good idea, love.”
    Love. Something she’d given up on.
    She stood on tiptoe and kissed his lips. “I love you.”
    “Aye, well I’m right glad about that, ’cause we are bound
together forever.”
    At her frown, he grimaced. “You see, the binding and the words
we said cannot be taken lightly. The fae are very particular about