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link brought him back to the 21 st century. He emailed Delores, his Assistant, with the basic information and started his search with her name.

 
     
     
    Chapter Four
     
    The Game of Love Starts with a Kiss! It looks like Laird MacKenna brought along some summer entertainment this year. What a lucky lady, and oh—what a kiss! Such scandalous behavior from the Laird himself! Unbelievable! The Bookies are going into overtime to keep up with the bouncing odds that now heavily favor the Prince to win.
    On the Streets, with Rosabel
     
    “Can you tell me what year it is?” Melissa was confused as she looked around the room. There were rushes on the floor and clean trenchers on the table.
    “ Aye , tis 1745,” he noticed she paled considerably.
    She had recently dedicated and afternoon to a museum in Glasgow and spent several hours in the section that depicted the Witch Hunts of Scotland. How could she explain where she was from, when she didn’t believe time travel was possible? She didn’t dare tell him she was from the future or they would burn her at the stake. There was no one she could contact to help her, or any way she could reach her sisters. Her stomach suddenly felt like she had swallowed a live eel. She had to find the mist that brought her to 1745 and return to the future before they found out she was just a tourist who wandered away from her group and got lost.
    Melissa took her shoes from Alexander and placed them on her feet. There was no pain when she stood and only then realized how short she was when she stood next to him. He had to be six feet two or three inches tall. The top of her head was level to his shoulder.
    “Thank you for rescuing me.” She picked up her bag and blindly stumbled toward the door.
    Alex stood with his feet braced apart, his arms akimbo, and looked at her curiously. “Where do ye think ye’re going?”
    Melissa didn’t have a clue. She turned around and shrugged. “I guess I don’t know where I am let alone how to get back to my hotel.”
    “Ho-tel?” he asked, playing along with the charade. “Are ye staying at the Inn?”
    “I don’t know?”
    Alex caught her by her elbow and eased the bag from her shoulder. “Then perhaps ye should stay right where ye’re at until ye figure it ou’. Ye go’ a wee bit of a shock this morning. Ye canna leave me now. Why don’ ye stay and rest awhile? Ye can ha’e supper with us.”
    His hand went to the small of her back and pushed her up a magnificent wide staircase and took a right turn. “Ye should rest awhile,” he said again charmingly.
    “I’m not tired!” Melissa was instantly aware of the direction he was taking her and was also relieved he wasn’t putting her in a dungeon. The windows in the roof filtered light to the Italian alabaster sculptures, and she couldn’t help but notice the antique curios that lined the hallway. Everywhere she looked the beauty of gleaming oak and deep red carpets brought out a feeling of opulence and history.
    “Aye, lass, ye need some time tae rest. No one will harm ye. But if ye try tae leave the house without my protection it could be certain death. There are two hundred warriors camped outside,” the sexy growl in his voice made clear the implication.
    “Where exactly am I?”
    He was enchanted by her naivety, to be certain. Alex decided to play along with her question. “Ye’re safe for the moment. But the war has already begun. Doona’ try tae leave withou’ me as your escort.”
    Melissa wondered who would save her from her own raging passions. She had no idea where she was in Scotland, or how she had stepped back in time.
    Alex distracted her gently massaging the small of her back. “Ye should get out of that wet dress and lie down for awhile. Ye can lock the door.” He opened the door to his chamber and nearly had to shove her inside.
    The four-poster double bed had a red and blue tartan quilt that also had a crest stitched in gold thread in the center. Outside the