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quilt over his manhood.
    It was best to change the subject. She plastered on her politest smile. “What time is it? It’s still dark out.”
    â€œIt’s well past seven,” he said, apparently playing along with Let’s Pretend This Never Happened
.
    â€œHow about some tea?” she said.
    He nodded. “Tea sounds fantastic. I wonder if the old guy has some.”
    â€œGreat. Why don’t you check and get it started?” She heard him mutter
Princess
under his breath as she flounced off to the bathroom. Hopefully,
her drool
on his jacket would dry before she came back.
    She dawdled for quite a while in the restroom but finally had to emerge. “Is the tea ready?”
    â€œNay, just coffee. I hope you like yours black. I couldn’t find cream or sugar.”
    â€œSavages,” she muttered. That’s what the Scots were. No tea. No cream. No sugar. “No, thank you.”
    â€œJust as well,” he said. “There is only one mug, anyway.” He took a sip of his coffee and went back to the rocker with a pad of paper.
    â€œWhat are you doing?”
    â€œWriting the old guy a note, in case he doesn’t get back before we leave.”
    â€œWhat for?”
    â€œThanking him for the use of his cabin.”
    She felt stupid. Plus, she hadn’t anticipated that Gabriel knew anything about polite manners.
    Just as he took another sip from his mug, there was a knock at the door. He went to answer it.
    A young man with bright red cheeks and red hair stood there. “Dr. MacGregor?”
    â€œAye.”
    â€œI got you pulled out of the ditch.” Red handed him a clipboard. “Sign here, please. You’d better hurry and get down there. Your auto is blocking the roadway.”
    Emma rushed to pull on her shoes, anxious to see Claire. And to get away from Gabriel. Even though they had a drive ahead of them.
    Gabriel held her coat open for her.
Another surprise.
He could be a gentleman, too? Instead of stepping intoit, she snatched it away from him. Not to be rude, but so she didn’t have to be beholden to him. After she slid into it, she headed for the door. Out of the corner of her eye, she got another little shock: Gabriel had folded the Cardinal quilt and righted the bed.
More civilized than the man I remember.
    He followed behind her but stopped when he got outside the door and looked around.
    â€œWhat’s wrong?” she said.
    â€œI don’t see an outbuilding.”
    â€œSo?”
    â€œThen where did the old guy get off to?”
    â€œI don’t know. Maybe the outbuilding is on the other side of the hill.” She turned back, and Red was halfway back to his lorry. She followed after him.
    â€œI guess.” Gabriel caught up to her. “When we get to the Land Rover, make sure you switch into dry socks again.”
    â€œWill you ever stop telling me what to do?”
    â€œDoctor. Remember?”
    â€œBossy,” she said.
    â€œPrincess,” he shot back.
    At the vehicle, Gabriel stuffed some bills into Red’s hand. The kid tried to refuse them, but Gabriel insisted. She got in and traded out her socks, shoving her soaked sneakers under the vent.
    When Gabriel started the Land Rover, she turned on the radio and chose a nice station with a soothing piano. He sighed loudly.
    â€œWhat?” she said. “Need some head-banging music to get you going?”
    â€œI don’t mind a little classical music . . . if I’m going off to sleep. I’d like to stay awake and keep my wits about me. I expect we’ll have an icy ride. Can’t be too safe.”
    Considering the auto had just been pulled out of theditch, she couldn’t argue. She pointed to the radio. “By all means.”
    He scanned the channels until he found a nineties pop station.
    She stared out the window, certain the sun would come up soon. In the meantime, she worked at putting Gabriel MacGregor out of her