Page 13 of Highlander Unraveled
On the nightstand was a book,The Highlander’s Reward, with a bookmark near the end. She’d never gotten the chance to finish it. That was sad. I’d heard a few ladies at the grocery store once talking about it. How they loved it. Steven didn’t allow romance novels in the house, so I’d never had the chance. I’d have to take it with me. I slipped it into the pocketbook, knowing Shona would be excited to get it back.
I flipped the light out and lay down on the bed, flopping my arm over my eyes, not bothering with the covers. Within seconds I was drifting, floating, my body sinking into an exhausted sleep.
“Emma…” The sound of Logan’s voice was far off. A soft sound that drew me into the darkness. “Emma…”
I let myself fall into sleep, dreaming of my husband. My love.
I was in a grove. The one up on the mountain, with the sacred stone. Logan stood in the center, his arm outstretched, beckoning me forward. His dark hair, loose around his shoulders, blew gently in the breeze, eyes as intense as I remembered. He was shirtless, a pair of breeches, untied, hung from his hips. His body was everything I remembered, strength and power and sexuality melted into one stunning figure.
“Ye came,” he said, his voice gravelly and deep.
“I miss you,” I said, rushing forward, feeling as though I were floating. All the heaviness, the exhaustion I’d felt, was gone, replaced with a feeling of elation. I was thankful that sleep could bring me to him. Was it a dream? Or was it like before… Where our spirits had met in the middle? If I was wondering, didn’t that mean that it was the latter? For if it were truly a dream, would I be asking myself those questions?
“Where did ye go?” he asked, wrapping me up in his tall, strong embrace. His skin was warm, corded muscle taut beneath. “Are ye safe?”
“I am here with you,” I said. “And safe as I can be at the moment.” I couldn’t tell him about Steven just yet, and have him worry.
“Nay, ye are not really. Where are ye?”
I swallowed and reached up to touch his face, to stare into his dark eyes. So, I was right. This was our spirits meeting. “I am at Shona and Moira’s house in Edinburgh.”
“In modern day?”
“Yes,” I whispered.
His eyes turned stormy and I could see he wrestled with the same despair coursing through my veins. “How? How can this be?”
I shook my head, pressing my hands flat and firm onto his back, tears wetting his hot skin.
“I don’t know. I remember falling asleep in your arms, and then when I woke—” My voice lurched, and I choked on a sob. I couldn’t speak anymore.
Logan swiped at the tears tracking down my cheeks. “My love,” he murmured in Gaelic. “Do not cry. Ye must be strong. I am here.”
I shook my head again. “No, you’re not. You’re just a dream.”
“I am here. ’Tis me. Kiss me and ye’ll see.”
I looked up into his dark eyes, filled with mysteries I’d solved and some I’d yet to uncover. I wanted to melt with him. To forget where I was and what had happened. I leaned up on tiptoe and touched my lips to his. They were warm, firm yet soft, and familiar. But no matter how familiar, whenever I kissed him, my body sparked. Tingles shot through my limbs.
We’d not made love since before Saor was born, and even though this was a dream, I tucked my body close to his, wanting to feel him touch me, to sink inside me.
Logan’s tongue traced the outline of my lips before delving inside to tangle with mine. He tasted sweet and spicy and utterly intoxicating. He cupped my cheek with one hand and wrapped his other arm around my waist.
“Mo chreach, it’s been so long,” he murmured against my lips.
Beneath my bare feet, the soft grass of the grove cushioned me. The stone behind him glowed and the air was charged with a heat and energy that sank deep into my bones.
“This feels so real,” I murmured.
“’Tis.”
I shook my head, not wanting to ruin the mood by telling my dream husband that he wasn’t real.
“Remember when MacDonald took me? Remember when ye came to me in a dream and made love to me?”
My eyes widened, for I’d thought the same thing before, and nearly dismissed it as wishful thinking. “Yes.”
“I am here to give ye strength, my love, to find me again. Fate has made a mistake.”
