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and not
fear.
    She slowly walked from the room and down to
her own bedroom where he watched her unwrap herself from her robe
and slip into bed.
    ****
    Addie had somehow made her way to her room as
if she were on autopilot. She didn’t remember opening her door, or
taking off her robe, nor sliding back under the covers. She tried
to close her eyes to re-run the incident inside of her head. Had
she seen that actual ghost of Conall MacLaren, the fiancée of her
deceased family member?
    She recalled when she opened the attic door
and encountered over six feet of Highlander deliciousness. He was
bigger than life! The very first thought that struck her was he had
long brown-hair and gorgeous green eyes. The man’s chest and arms
looked as if they were wrapped around bulging steel. It was a large
wonder how she had any saliva left within her mouth. Good God, her
tongue had been hanging out! And not to mention on top of that she
nearly had an orgasm when he kissed her lips.
    However, to wrap up her late-night fantasy,
he had told her he was the ghost of Conall MacLaren. Her earlier
conversation with the ceiling struck her dumb. He said he heard her
talking to him, staring at him.
    She spent the better part of the night
convincing herself that she dreamt the entire scene, and then awoke
with the dawn. She needed to start writing and seeming to not be
able to sleep, she opened her laptop and began.
    By the time a knock came to her door, she
saved her work thus far and opened the door.
    “Morn, Addie. I ‘ave ye food tae break yer
fast, some lo’ely eggs an’ bread,” Missus King said.
    “That looks wonderful. Thank you, Missus
King,” she replied, taking the tray away.
    “Ye be welcome. What’re ye up tae this morn?”
she asked.
    “I have started composing my new novel. I am
actually using the house and some of the story behind my family
history. I find it all so fascinating.”
    “Ye be the busy, gel, how wonderful. I will
leave ye tae yer thoughts. An’ I would thank ye proper if ye would
consent tae signing me copy o’ yer book.”
    “I will do so this very day. Thank you,
Missus King.”
    And with that the older woman quit the room,
leaving Addie to finish her first chapter.
    By mid-day, Addie decided to take a break and
walk about the manor again after she signed the couple’s copies.
Needing a breath of fresh air she walked from the manor once again
and went into the shopping village once more.
    She slowly wondered about the busy place,
smelling and tasting all the foods and drinks. It was a lovely
day.
    When she was about to leave the market place,
she noticed an older woman motioning her over to a small tent.
Feeling strange she pointed to her chest, and the woman held up a
scrap of linen that was the same color as the kilt worn by Conall
last evening.
    Feeling her heart pound within her chest, she
walked over to the tent and was invited into a space that beheld
all types of objects and herbs. Five ladies sat around a table that
held a large old bowl that was smoking as if it had dry ice within
it.
    “Tha’ be she,” one of the women said.
    Feeling incredible strange and as if her
heart was about to beat out of her chest, she took a breath in.
    “I be who?” she whispered, as she watched the
plaid in the same color as Conall being laid out.
    “Ye be the, gel, who will lift the curse
placed upon the Campbell home,” she answered calmly.

Chapter Five
    She looked at the women as if they were all
two-headed monsters.
    “I am the person that will lift the curse
from my own home? What curse?”
    “Donna’ do yerself an injustice by denyin’ ye
ken nothin’ abou’ the curse,” one woman snapped.
    “I thought I had dreamt the entire incident
last night,” she reasoned.
    “Then ye ‘ave seen the Highlander, ye ‘ave
seen the MacLaren?” another woman asked. “I suppose so, I had
reasoned within myself that he was a delusion,” she explained.
    She was starting to shake. The incident was
not false.