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rightness of it, her warmth, and the feel of her delectable curves all added to the utter joy he felt. He liked she spoke her mind. Cailin always imagined he wanted a brave lass to take as wife. If she happened to be beautiful, so much the better. Skye met all his hopes and more.
    “I said earlier, lass, you would sleep in my bed, and you shall.”
    “Are you nuts? It’s not even eight thirty yet!”
    Her fists beat on his chest, but it did not hurt him. An amused smile curved his lips.
    “The sun is setting, lass. Time for rest.”
    Cailin laid her on the bed and she immediately tried to get away. He lay on his side and pulled her close, tucking her head under his chin.
    Skye cursed and wriggled and tried to kick his shin. All her movements were doing was hardening his cock. His throbbing prick snuggled between her arse cheeks as if it was content to do so.
    Cailin leaned in and whispered in her ear, “I would stop moving about Skye, or ’twill be more than sleeping I’ll be doing.”
     
     
    Skye froze. His erection was hard and insistent. She’d no idea what to say. While his commanding ways turned her on to a point, this was ridiculous. He moved the hair from her neck and his warm, soft lips laid passionate kisses on her bare skin.
    “I will confess, Skye, this has nothing to do with protection. I wanted you in my arms. To feel your wee, lush body against mine. You bring me comfort. You are my lifeline in this confusion I find myself in. I know if I hold on to you, I willna drown.”
    Okay, he’d charmed her once again. Her body softened and she nestled closer. Wriggling her ass, she smiled when a deep growl of passion left his throat. As Skye listened, Cailin’s breathing deepened. The man must be exhausted. The sun had all but set now; the room illuminated by muted moonlight through the half-open mini-blinds.
    What had happened the last twenty-four hours? This crazy situation was right out of a movie. Nineteenth-century highland warrior with an enchanted sword? Skye had the urge to laugh uncontrollably. Maybe he would wake up and be Roderick again, the bash on the head and the hallucination a thing of the past. Skye cast a glance over her shoulder. He had fallen asleep. Slowly, she pulled away toward the edge of the bed.
    “Doona leave me, Skye.”
    The words were raw, real, and laced with emotion. Her heart contracted at the tone in his deep brogue, at the need, the want, and the yearning. Oh damn, she couldn’t resist him.
    “I’ll stay, Cailin.”
    He pulled her back toward him, his erection still prodding her back. Yet he did nothing about his aroused state. All he wanted, all he needed—was comfort.
    She would give it gladly.
     
    ***
     
    Cailin stood in the middle of the “supermarket,” as Skye had named it. By the saints, ’twas super, all right. He’d never seen such an abundance of food and goods under one roof. She explained every neighborhood had one, and there were huge farms growing the food. People did not each need a few acres to yield potatoes and beans: it was all here to buy. People grew vegetables as more of a pastime instead of for sustenance.
    Truly, he must look as a fool, walking up and down the aisles, as she called them, and gaping at the boxes and tins of food. They stopped in front of a case full of meat.
    “What foods do you like, Cailin?”
    “I dinna see venison or mutton. Chicken and a roast of bullock would suffice. I also like pork.”
    Skye giggled. “There isn’t much call for mutton and venison around here.”
    Cailin glanced at all the meat laid out behind the glass. This could feed his village for months! The future had too much of everything, people, cars, houses, and now food. A stark contrast to his wee village, where everyone toiled sunrise to sunset to keep starvation and ruin at bay.
    They continued down the aisles. Skye explained each item she placed in the wheeled cart. Her sweet voice faded to the background as he thought back to the previous