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‘ere
only tae speak with ye. Tae get tae ken our new resident better,”
he soothed.
    She looked at him perplexed, relaxed but did
not move to take the seat yet again.
    “Who are you? You say you’re Conall, and you
are dressed as if you popped out of a history book from the Regency
period. Is this some sort of joke?” she asked.
    “I ne’er tell false tales o’ me bearin’,
Addie. Me Christian name be Conall Barra MacLaren. I ‘ave been
entrapped in this attic since the night o’ me betrothed’s
death.”
    And that was the point during the
conversation in which Addie promptly fainted.
    ****
    Conall ran to her side and picked her up into
his arms and gasped at his first feel of human contact in over two
centuries. It was the sweetest feeling since he last held his
Addie.
    He looked down to her fairy face and sighed
at the warmth sinking through his fingers. He sat down upon the
floor with her in his lap and finally gave into the craving to
touch her raven hair.
    “Ach, it be as soft as ‘twere then,” he said
in wonder.
    She moaned in her sleep as if she was in
pain.
    So he leaned in and whispered into her ear,
“Addie, come back tae me, angeal.”
    Her eyes opened slowly and she blinked, “What
just happened?”
    “Ye swooned dead away, gel,” he
explained.
    “I have never fainted in my life,” she said,
as she tried to stand up.
    “Shh, lass, stay ‘ere within me arms an’ let
me take care o’ ye.”
    As he caressed her cheek, her eyes contacted
his and he knew within his roguish heart that he had his Addie. He
could see inside those beautiful eyes into her soul and there was
no mistaking her.
    Her lip trembled under his gaze, so he
transferred his hand from her hair to trip his thumb along her
pouty lower lip. Watching her lungs and subsequently hearing her
gather her breath; he tipped his head forward and kissed her
softly. She moaned against his mouth, and then he could take no
more.
    “Ach, sweetin’, ye drive me mad. I ‘ave been
waitin’…”
    Just as suddenly as she was in his arms, she
was tumbling out of them to his surprise.
    She looked as shocked as he felt.
    “Addie…”
    She held up her hand and said, “I don’t
really understand who you are, but I do not kiss complete
strangers.”
    He was heartened to hear that, “Aye. I would
hope no’. I didna’ mean tae scare ye, Addie. Ye’re the first
person, I ‘ave touched since the curse was placed upon me.”
    “You mean to tell me that you are the ghost
of Conall MacLaren, Addie Campbell’s fiancée from 1825?” she
asked.
    “Aye, tha’ be me,” he stated firmly.
    “I can’t believe this,” she murmured.
    “Why canna’ ye believe it, Addie? You talked
tae me this vera’ day.”
    Her eyes widened and she said, “What did you
just say?”
    “Ye came up tae this attic earlier in the day
an’ spoke tae me. Ye asked if anyone was there and then yer eyes
found mine upon the ceiling,” he stated with a smile.
    “Oh,” was all she could muster.
    “Listen tae me. Me time be short with ye, fer
the witching hour only lasts fer one hour. Ye please promise me,
ye’ll come back on the morrow at midnight. We can talk fer another
hour then. Grant me this boon, angeal,” he beckoned.
    All she could do was nod her head. It was
clear to Conall that she was beyond speech.
    “Thank ye, Addie. Remember tha’ I will watch
o’er ye during waking hours tae be sure ye come tae no harm.”
    He knew if she came to trouble, he would not
be able to do a wit about it, which brought him utter
frustration.”
    “I, uh, I am very confused,” she stated.
    “Donna' worry, ye will know all with time.”
And with that said he felt his soul leave in a haze, and he was
once again within the walls of the manor.
    He saw her gasp and look about the room
quickly.
    “Conall?” she whispered.
    He moved over to her shaking body and
whispered through her hair and across her cheek. Seeing her gasp
once again and shiver, he knew it was from arousal