Page 11 of Her Highland Prophecy
And his outfit! She had seen many men in kilts the previous night, but this one looked worn with use. Now that he was standing again, she could also see that it was correctly wrapped around him, unlike the men at the fair the previous day.
So, maybe someone who was also knowledgeable about history. Or he had been brought up in the old ways. She had heard whispers of small villages trying to revive the Highland ways. Or maybe he was one of those historians who liked to pretend they lived in the era they were researching. It definitely wouldn’t be the first time she had encountered one of them.
He certainly looked like one of the wild Highlanders in her history books. Tall and broad with bright-red hair and green eyes, he was almost swoon-worthy.
And a murderer, her subconscious added, sending a shiver down her spine. She dismissed the thought. He had done it to save her.
“Lass, I can assure ye, there is nay a fair in Ballachulish right now.”
She rolled her eyes. This again.
“Of course, there is. I was there last night,” she spoke clearly and slowly.
Really, was it that hard to understand?
“Well, I was there this morning and I am telling ye that there is nay fair,” he argued and crossed his arms as well.
She huffed.
“Fine. Just point me in the direction of the town. I’ll find it myself.”
He made a sound of frustration.
“And risk running into the brigands again?”
She shivered remembering the feeling of cold steel against her throat and he smiled triumphantly.
“Why don’t ye come with me to the Castle? I’ll bring ye back to see the gypsies in three weeks when they arrive.”
She rolled her eyes.
“I need to go back now. My sister and my friends are staying at a hotel there. I’m sure they’re very worried about me by now.”
“What on earth is a hotel?” he asked, stumbling over the word.
She stared at him, exasperated. He needed to stop pretending, but she would play along for a little while. She didn’t want to offend him.
“You know, a place offering room and board for travelers for a fee. A hotel.”
“Like an inn? Why did ye nae say that from the beginning?”
She took a calming breath. His arrogant tone was seriously starting to annoy her, and she was looking forward to getting away from him and his delusions.
“Forget it. Can you please show me where the town is so I can get home?”
He scrubbed his hand over his face.
“Fine. I’ll take ye back to the village,” he acquiesced.
“Great,” she replied.
Her savior– she paused in her thoughts. Perhaps she ought to ask the man’s name rather than keep on calling him her savior if they were going to continue being in each other’s company.
“Um, I’m Diana Huntington,” she introduced herself, holding out her hand for him to shake.
He looked bewildered for a moment and then chuckled. He picked up her hand and placed a kiss on her knuckles. She rolled her eyes at the gesture.
“Gordain Boyd. Pleasure to make yer acquaintance, Miss Huntington.”
