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that she was having a hard time standing.
    “She’s no’ a hoor,” he said, and hoped to hell he was right. Because he rather liked her, and she was very pretty. And he didn’t want to share her – especially with Ian who had a charming way with women that he knew he could never match.
    “Three . . . two . . . one . . . go!” shouted Onyx, letting loose of their hands.
    It was an even challenge, neither of them being able to move the other’s hand, and then Ian looked up and winked at Effie.
    “Stop the t,” warned Aidan.
    “ Greetin’s, lassie,” Ian said to her. “Me name is Ian, and me friend here is Dagger,” he said nodding toward Onyx. “Will ye come and hang on me next the way ye’re clingin’ te Aidan?”
    “I’ve had e nough.” Aidan slammed Ian’s hand to the table in anger, and Onyx declared him the winner.
    “Quit bein’ so sore,” said Ian, laughing. “I was only tryin’ te see if the lassie would consider a threesome with us later.”
    That did it. Aidan lunged over the table, taking his friend to the ground. They rolled around on the floor until Ian got Aidan in one of his headlocks once again.
    “What did ye do thet fer?” asked Ian.
    “I dinna like what ye said aboot the lassie.”
    “But I thought ye liked threesomes,” Ian said in his defense.
    “No’ with another man,” growled Aidan. “And no one is havin’ a threesome with Effie.”
    “What’s the matter with ye, Aidan?” Onyx walked up to them.
    “I willna let Ian steal this one,” sa id Aidan. “She’s mine, I tell ye, so back off.”
    He didn’t normally act so possessive over a girl he’d just met, and normally didn’t mind sharing. But something about this one touched a place in his heart. He felt like he knew her from somewhere, as she seemed familiar, but he just couldn’t place her. But he felt as if he needed to protect her. He didn’t understand why he was feeling this way, but knew he didn’t want Ian anywhere near her.
    “Aidan, ye picked yerself a feisty one this time,” said Onyx.
    “What do ye mean?” he said from under Ian’s arm.
    “Dinna look now, but she’s arm wrestling one o’ the pub’s hoors.”
    “She’s what?” Aidan pushed out from under Ian’s arm, and they both joined Onyx in standing there with their mouths gaping open as Effie sat in the same spot the men just vacated, with her sleeve rolled up, and arm-wrestling one of the pub’s whores.
    Coins flew in all directions, and the men in the pub made a big ruckus, falling over each other as they ran to the table where the women competed.
    “Effie, what’re ye doin’?” asked Aidan, walking up behind her, pushing a few men to the side in the process.
    “I think thet mountain magic has gotten me bluid flowin’,” she said with a flushed face and a very big smile. “I’m feelin’ lucky, I tell ye. I’m goin’ te win.”
    Then in one slam to the table, Effie brought the wh ore’s arm down, and they declared her the winner. She jumped atop the chair and raised her hands above her head in triumph. And when Aidan stepped next to her, she lost her balance and fell. He caught her, and when he did, her arm with the rolled up sleeve was right in front of his face. His eyes opened wide as his gaze settled on a strawberry birthmark on the inside of her forearm. It looked like a skull. And then he knew exactly why he felt as if he knew her. He did.
    “Ye are the lassie from me dream,” he said aloud.
    “What dream?” she asked with a laugh.
    “The dream I had when I slept on t he Stone o’ Scone.”
    “The what?” she asked.
    “Ye ken. The Stone o’ Destiny.”
    “The Stone o’ Destiny?” Her eyes widened and her face became serious. “Ye ken where it is?”
    “O’ course I do. And now I ken why ye seemed so familiar. Ye are the lassie from me dream. Me Scottish angel.”

    Chapter 4
     
    “Aidan, ye did na really jest say thet to a stranger?” Ian stood in front of Aidan with his arms