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flashed in my mind and I shivered.
    “‘Tis unfortunate we cannot still do it,” he continued. “There’s so much more I’d like to show ye.”
    An idea occurred to me and I jumped up, pulling out my laptop.
    “Well, maybe you can’t cast a memory, but we can look it up online.” I explained to him about satellite imagery as I navigated to a map search on the Internet. It defaulted to the U.S. and I pointed out the cabin’s location in Idaho.
    “We’re here, and Seattle—where I’m from—is on the far west coast of the United States in Washington state, about a seven-hour drive away. My school is about an hour south of Portland, Oregon.” My hand slid down the page a fraction to indicate the location of the college. I typed in the address of the cabin and zoomed in on the satellite photo. Aiden shook his head in awe. Smiling at his reaction, I showed him how to navigate the digital map. He played with it for a while, marveling at the ability to explore roads and highways on the screen.
    “There isn’t much to see between Seattle and Priest Lake except Spokane, which you’ve been to,” I said. “There’s a steep mountain pass, but other than that, it’s mostly farmland with a few lakes along the way. A pretty boring drive, actually. You do get to pass by the Columbia Gorge, though, which is way cool.”
    I typed “Columbia Gorge” in the search box and showed him the pictures of the natural amphitheater where they hold summertime concerts.
    “Does your band play there?”
    I made an unattractive snort before I could catch myself. He laughed at me.
    “I wish,” I said, shaking my head. “Still, we got second place at the talent show last year, so yeah, I kinda felt like a rock star then.”
    “If only I could have been there to see you sing.” His hand trailed over my collarbone and down my arm. His eyes darkened as his thumb brushed the side of my breast. Tingles cascaded down my neck at his touch.
    “So, Scotland...” I said with a cough, trying to rein in my desire to jump into his lap. Summer was winding down and we’d never be ready if we spent our remaining days in bed. Not that I wouldn’t like to, but that wouldn’t keep him safe.
    “How do you spell the name of your hometown?” I asked, my fingers on the keys. I knew he pronounced it “Ellen Dawn-an” but after seeing the Gaelic spelling of his sgian dubh , I figured that phonetics wouldn’t get me very far.
    “Well, the castle itself was called Eilean Donan, but of course, that was destroyed the day I died, so it’s naught but ruins now, I’d expect. You might try Kintail, as I’m fair certain the mountain ridge is still there.”
    I did the search for Kintail and zoomed in on the results. Aiden leaned toward the screen with a wistful smile like he was seeing a photograph of a lost loved one.
    “Would ye look at that? She’s just as beautiful as I remember. Those craggy mountains, the purple heather... A few more trees now than before, but almost the same…” His voice trailed off as he dragged the cursor around the screen, seeing the area of his youth come alive.
    All of a sudden, he froze.
    “God’s wounds,” he said under his breath.
    “What? What’s the matter?” I looked from him to the screen and back.
    He shook his head, his brows drawn together in a disbelieving frown.
    I ran my finger over the mousepad to zoom in. And there she was.
    “Eilean Donan…” he whispered in mystified reverence. I peered at the display and the stone castle standing proudly on the small island, its narrow bridge spanning the distance to the mainland. It looked almost the same as it had the first time I’d seen it, in Aiden’s memories from the 1700s.
    “It cannot be… She was ruined. You saw it!” He shook his head in confusion, looking to me for confirmation.
    I took the keyboard and typed the name of the castle into the main search engine. When I clicked the first link, stunning photographs of the restored castle popped