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eyes. No, she didn’t see Roderick. But what did that prove? When she stood close to him like this, she could believe anything he told her. Almost. She’d never claimed to know Roderick that well. Everything in this house proved the opposite of what she’d thought Roderick was—an arrogant ass. Instead, she observed a cozy, tastefully decorated home with many pictures of family about. Books that showed a mind that strove to learn new things. The house was clean, his clothes neat and organized. In her bit of snooping in the kitchen, even his herbs and spices had been lined up alphabetically in the cupboard.
    The eyes were different; that she could admit. They sizzled with life and passion she’d never noticed in Roderick’s eyes before, or maybe she’d never looked. All a man had to do was speak a little Gaelic to convince her he came from another time and another body? However, something had happened. The sword had come to life and vibrated. Hell, it had hummed . That, she hadn’t imagined. When he regained consciousness, he was no longer Roderick. That was a stark truth.
    “Do you want me to be truthful? I honestly don’t know. I need more time to process this. No, I don’t see Roderick, but I only had a few dealings with him. We weren’t that close, so I’ve nothing to compare it to. When we both gripped the sword, it vibrated and made a weird sound. Then it slipped from our hands and it hit Roderick in the forehead.” Her fingers brushed by the welt and Cailin moaned softly from her touch. “When he woke up, he was different. He was—you. I can’t completely dismiss it, but I can’t accept it all, either. I need time.”
    Cailin clasped her hand and brought it to his mouth and kissed it gently. “Skye, I have a feeling time is the one thing I dinna have. Mayhap the sword is enchanted, I dinna know. But I feel in here,” his fist lowered to his solar plexus, “that my time here is limited. This is no’ my body, no’ my life. I canna stay.”
    His words cut surprisingly deep. She liked Cailin a lot, with his Scottish brogue, his searing kisses, and his flash of temper. Truth was, she would hate to see him go, whether he really came from 1814 or a figment from his own imagination as a result of the bonk on the head. As if reading her mind, he let go of her hand and glanced to the mess on the floor.
    “I do have a spark of temper, Skye. Forgive me for my petulance. I will clean this up right away.”
    Without thinking, she cupped his whiskered cheek. Cailin moaned and leaned into her touch. Another wave of desire tore through her body.
    “I’ll fix you another plate. I bought plenty,” she said.
    Cailin laid his hand over hers, his gaze intense and concerned.
    “Did I scare you, lass? I dinna mean to frighten you. I just feel so useless. By the honor of my family and clan, I will earn my keep while I am here. I am grateful for your concern and care. You will tell me all about being a model, and I will do my best.”
    Skye’s heart banged against her ribs. Comforting warmth spread through her whole body. She wasn’t falling for him, was she?

 
     
    Chapter Five
     
     
    A fire crackled in the hearth. After eating, a tour of the house and the many electrical objects, both settled in the room of living. Nay, the living room, he corrected himself, was sparsely furnished. The covering on the seating was brown leather and the walls were the color of sand, and the fireplace done in light-colored granite. What Skye called a “stereo” and a “television” completed the look. Cailin was silently thankful he had a brain in his head, or how else would he remember everything Skye told him? The information was still hard to fathom. So much had changed in two hundred years, yet some things changed not at all. Sitting on the rug before the fireplace, they both sipped some of the lad Roderick’s fine Scotch whisky. He raised his glass in silent toast to his descendant’s picture. Taking a sip, he let the