Read Online Reunited (Book 2 of Lost Highlander series) by Cassidy Cayman - Free Book Online

him or for that matter, his family. He simply didna exist!”
    Piper laid her hand on his arm to calm him. “Do you think maybe this guy was her first husband? Maybe he died a year later without her having any children, or something like that. Maybe her second husband was my ancestor.”  
    Lachlan looked tormented. “In truth, I didna think of that,” he said quietly, almost to himself. His face paled and he rubbed his temples. “Piper, my love,” he started and stopped.
    “What did you do?” she asked, barely a strangled whisper.
    He was silent for several long moments, head in his hands. Then with a long sigh, he nodded once, as if to give himself courage.
    “I threatened the man she was meant to be promised to, and he left in the middle of the night.”
    “Lachlan, you’ve changed history,” Piper said.
    Sam had an open mouthed look of horror on his face. “Can you get him back?” he asked.
    “No,” Lachlan said. “It is done, I am afraid.”
    They all sat around the bar, grimly staring back and forth. Sam got up and raced from the kitchen, returning before anyone could muster any questions. He slapped down a large, rolled up piece of paper, smoothing it down on the bar.
    “Piper’s family, so far as we’ve gotten,” he said, pointing to a branch on the spottily filled out genealogical chart. “This is Isobel Glen. She was married to Connor McKellen in 1730, but we don’t know the exact date. Poor record keepers, your lot,” he said irritably, and not for the first time. “What year was it when you left, mate?” he asked Lachlan. “Still 1729, or are you running concurrent with us?”
    “It has been six weeks since I left here the first time. It was October of 1729,” Lachlan answered.
    “Six weeks?” Piper said. “It’s been six months for me.”
    “It must skip around. It was the same with Evelyn and me when we got knocked back. At any rate it seems there’s still time,” Sam said. “Hopefully,” he added.
    “Time for what?” Evie asked. She reached across the bar and took Piper’s hand.
    “Time to find Connor McKellen and make sure he marries Isobel.”

    ***

    Piper swung open the bedroom door and let Evelyn go in ahead of her. They had left Lachlan and Sam downstairs to study the family tree and pore over old ledgers looking for any mention of the slippery and mysterious Connor McKellen.
    Evelyn had started nodding off over her cup of cocoa and Piper called it a night, barely getting a grunt from either one of the men when they left the kitchen, they were so absorbed in their studies.
    “The room is pretty much the same as last time, although you’ll be pleased to know I renovated the bathroom. It’s got a whirlpool bath now. No more leaky shower.”
    Evelyn sighed and sat on the enormous four poster bed. Piper tossed her small suitcase by the wardrobe and sat down next to her.
    “How far along are you?” she asked.
    Evie sighed again and flopped backwards onto the overstuffed mattress, almost disappearing into its squishy depths. “About eight weeks,” she said.
    “Eight weeks!” Piper repeated in astonishment, giving her a dirty look. “And you’re only just telling me?”
    “I called you about twelve seconds after I took the test. I thought I was late from stress over my thesis, which—ugh.” Evie rolled over and hoisted herself back up, pulling up her legs to hug her knees. She looked miserable.
    “You don’t work at Hoochie Mama’s anymore do you?” Piper said, picturing her godchild in one of those little baby backpacks while Evie pranced around in a tiny pleather mini skirt and tube top.
    “No, I quit. I couldn’t make my unborn child go into a strip club. So now I’m unemployed, single and pregnant.”
    “Aren’t you happy?” Piper asked.
    She was so happy and excited for Evie, she forgot that Evie might not feel the same.
    Evie furrowed her brow and shrugged. After a moment, a tremulous smile wavered across her face.
    “Yes, I think so. Yes.