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knees.
    “Snorri! " A man’s deep
voice called him away. “Leave the lass be.”
    “Oh, God,” Lindy gasped again,
recognizing the rich burr. “It’s you!  Lore- … Rogan!”
    And then, just as she glanced up,
seeing indeed that it was him, a sea of stars flittered across her vision and
the world went black.
    But not before she felt strong
manly arms slide protectively around her. They were familiar arms and so dear,
nothing else mattered but knowing that Rogan MacGraith was lifting her, holding
her safe.
    She’d come home at last.
    Wherever – and whenever –
that might be.
     
     

CHAPTER FOUR
     
    Her hands were bandaged.
    And – this is what really woke
Lindy – someone was kissing her fingertips.
    That same someone was also
murmuring Gaelic love words, his breath soft and warm against her skin. Lindy’s
heart skittered and she opened her eyes, looking into the face she’d loved
forever. She knew that now, the surety of it filling her with a completeness –
a sense of rightness and contentment - such as she’d never known.
    At least not in the twenty-first
century life she’d left behind.
    That she was now somewhere else,
was clear.
    The evidence was all around her. But
most of all, she felt it inside her. She’d been returned to a place and time
she belonged, it was like nowhere else. If she had any doubt – which she didn’t
- the love shining in Rogan MacGraith’s eyes as he sat beside her on the huge
medieval four-poster bed, told her everything she needed to know.
    The important things, anyway.
    Such as how much she meant to him
and how glad he was to see her.
    That his dog – the one she’d seen
below the cliffs, when she’d fell – stood beside the bed wagging his tail and
looking at her with adoration was another boon.
    She was definitely welcome here.
    The dog edged forward to nudge her
with his nose, proving it.
    His master grinned, the sight
warming her to her toes.
    “Precious lass." Rogan’s
voice, so deep and deliciously burred, was even more seductive than in her
dreams. “I would spare you every hurt, but if you had to fall down the cliff to
come to me, then” - he kissed her hands again – “I thank the gods for the
misstep that brought you into my arms.
    “And now that I have you” – he
reached to smooth the hair back from her face – “I would know your name at
last.”
    “Lindy." She didn’t want to
speak. It was bliss just to listen to his beautiful voice. “My name is Lindy. Lindy
Lovejoy.”
    “Lindy." He made her name
sound like a song. “‘Tis a fitting name for one who fills my heart with such
gladness. Sakes, lass” – he took her face between his hands, kissing her
soundly – “when I saw you fall, I thought I’d lost you. To have you so close,
within touching distance and then….”
    Rather than finish, he pulled her
hard against him, almost crushing her in his arms. “You are mine, Lindy. Now
that you’re here, I will never let you go.”
    Lindy almost swooned. “You won’t
have to. I’m here now and I’m not going anywhere.”
    She hoped that was true.
    It was so hard to believe he really
was holding her. Running his hands through her hair, touching her face, and –
oh, joy! – kissing her.
    She wasn’t dreaming.
    This was real.
    And - she suddenly realized - with
the exception of the linen bandaging wrapped around her hands, she wasn’t
wearing anything.
    She was naked.
    Though, proving medieval gallantry,
someone had taken care to cover her with a soft furred throw and a lustrous
welter of silken, richly-embroidered sheets. She was also leaning back against
a sea of plumped pillows.
    Her comfort clearly mattered.
    But her clothes….
    They were definitely gone.
    As if he’d read her thoughts, a
slow, dangerously sexy smile curved Rogan’s mouth. “You couldn’t stay garbed as
you were. I had to-”
    “You undressed me?" She
blinked. The notion both excited and embarrassed her.
    “You’ll no’ deny I’ve done so
before?"