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dinna believe I will,” he grumbled, unfastening his seat belt. Mumbling to himself, he climbed out.
More prayers? She bit the inside of her cheek, trying not to laugh. “I’ll bet you’re rethinking your whole ‘trip to the future’ idea about now.”
“Nay.” He arched an eyebrow and shot her a lopsided grin.
Thump, thump, thump went her treacherous heart. Maybe she could rethink her “no messing around with the sexy Scot” policy while they were at it? Nooooo. She clamped down on her raging hormones and opened the back door to grab a few bags. But he’d be in the twenty-first century for such a short time, she rationalized. Too short to mess her up. She lifted her gaze to find him staring at her. How could such cool blue eyes look so dang hot? “Grab some bags. I’m starving. The faster you get settled and changed, the sooner we can eat.” She moved to her trunk and opened it. “Don’t forget your weapons.”
He did as he was told, muttering, “Managing female.”
“Motel?” she shot back. He laughed, and if she’d had a tail, it would’ve wagged like crazy at the sound of his sexy laughter raining over her. Once they had everything, she led him into the building to her second-floor apartment. “Here we are.” She shifted her load around and unlocked the door. “Home sweet home.”
He walked into her apartment, his gaze traveling over everything. “Where is everyone?”
“Everyone?”
“Your family. Do you no’ have siblings, uncles and aunts, parents, grandparents?”
“Of course I have a family, but they don’t live with me. Most people get their own places once they reach adulthood.” She moved into her small kitchen and dropped the bags containing food on the counter. “Come on. I’ll give you the tour and show you to your room.”
“No wonder you balked at my staying here with you. We are without chaperones.”
She snorted. “Yeah, that’s it. No chaperones.” Bags in hand, she led him to the second bedroom across the hall from hers. “I’ll bring the bedding once you’re done changing and putting your things away.” She stepped back while he entered.
Before she started her master’s program, she’d worked as an OB-GYN surgical nurse, making a pretty decent living. She’d been able to furnish her place, including the extra bedroom. She, her stepsister and two half brothers got along well, and Erin liked having a place for them to stay when they were in town. Once she started school, having the extra room had allowed her to take in roommates to help cover the rent.
Robley set his Target bags down and moved around the large, airy room, testing the mattress and opening a drawer of the dresser. “This will do nicely. My thanks. I shall endeavor to be a worthy guest.”
“Just put the seat down and clean up after yourself, and I’ll be happy.”
His brow furrowed. “Seat down?”
“Yep. Before you change into your new clothes, let me show you the bathroom.” She stuffed her hands into her front pockets and backed out of his room.
“We have a bathing room in our keep at Loch Moigh, but no’ yet in Castle Inverness or at Meikle Geddes, which is where my parents make their home.”
“Wow.” She opened the door to her bathroom, glad she’d taken the time to clean on Friday. “That’s a lot of real estate.”
“Real estate?” His gaze roamed around the room, his eyes widening when they lit on the toilet. “Och, you . . . uh . . . you bathe in the same room where . . .” Color crept up his neck to fill his cheeks.
She chuckled. “Watch, Robley.” Erin took a square of Charmin and dropped it into the toilet. He moved closer.
“There is water inside?”
“Yes. When you’re done, you push this lever.” She flushed.
“’Tis a wonder, for certes.” He continued to watch as the porcelain bowl refilled.
Lifting the seat, she shot him a pointed look. “This gets lifted when you pee. Men in our time always put the seat back down when
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