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name and address posted at every taxi company in town warning drivers to avoid her at all costs.
    “Whatever,” she mumbled, as much for herself as for him. There was no way anything she had would fit him. Not even her biggest sleep T’s.
    A
whoosh
sounded behind her, and she risked a peek to find he’d swept the blanket off her bed and was even now wrapping it around his large frame.
    “What’s the day, Abby?” Though he spoke to her, his attention had been completely captured by the touch-activated lamp at her bedside. The light repeatedly blinked on and off in reaction to his finger tapping against the metal base.
    Surely they had similar lamps in Scotland.
    “Friday.” How long did he think he’d been here?
    Once again his startling eyes rose to capture hers. “What year?”
    Perfect. She should have known he was too good to be true. Proof that Drunk Abby wasn’t any better at picking men than Regular Abby. Naked as a jaybird and asking what year it was; this guy was apparently as mental as he was attractive. Either that or he was suffering from the world’s worst hangover ever.
    She decided to keep it light. “No matter how your head feels, it’s still the twenty-first century.” Maybe that’s what happened when you combined massive quantities of alcohol with jet lag.
    “Twenty-first,” he muttered, striding to the window and pushing aside the draperies. “Then I must find Mairi. She lives somewhere in this Colorado.”
    Yep, perfect. Abso-freaking-lutely perfect. Not only had she brought a strange, possibly deranged man home with her, on top of everything else, he turned out to belong to another woman.
    If her life got any better this morning, she’d simply scream.
    Nothing to be done now but to get this nightmare over and done with. She might as well swallow her pride and get on with it. “Does this Mairi of yours have a last name?” She could only pray her question hadn’t sounded as snarky to him as it had to her.
    “MacKiernan.” He couldn’t seem to tear his eyes away from the street in front of her house long enough to look at her when she spoke. “No!” he called as she started out of the bedroom. “She was to wed. Her name would be Navarro now.”
    As if a two-ton weight had been lifted off her chest, Abby breathed in a great gulp of air. He didn’t belong to another woman after all.
    Wait a minute . . .
    “Mairi MacKiernan Navarro?” She’d taken a class in medieval studies with the woman a couple of years ago. Professor Navarro had known her subject matter so well, it had quickly become one of Abby’s all-time favorite classes.
    “Aye, that’s my cousin’s name.”
    His cousin. Humiliation on top of humiliation. Fate and Coincidence must have been drinking at the table next to her in the bar last night, just sitting around with nothing better to do than plot this bizarre fluke in her life. Now she’d get to call up a favorite ex-professor to confess she’d snatched the woman’s cousin from the airport hotel and spent such a wild night with him that all his belongings, including the clothes off his back, were completely missing.
    Abby pushed a tumble of hair out of her face and headed into the living room to look up Professor Navarro’s phone number.
    Come to think of it, she’d be best off to skip the whole wild-night thing.
    Colin’s mother had always told him there were no coincidences when the Fae were involved. That being the case, he could only thank the Fates for what little favor they’d shown him. Like allowing him to remember the name of the place where his cousin Mairi had told them she lived. Like remembering what century she inhabited.
    Most of all, thank the Fates that this woman in whose bed he’d found himself had been able to contact Mairi on that tiny box of hers.
    Little else might make sense to him at the moment, but the one thing he didn’t doubt for an instant was that the Fae had sent him here, to this time, to this woman, for a