residence in the past. Why couldn’t they all settle in different centuries? It wasn’t like they couldn’t jump time and visit one another whenever they wanted. It was no different from
normal
families living scattered around the globe and only seeing one another on special occasions.
Whatever the hell normal is.
“Even with modern medicine—my healing abilities are just as needed here.”
Granny had used that angle in her argument as well. Each daughter of the time-runner clan possessed additional gifts as well as the ability to travel across time. Mairi’s particular specialty was healing with just a touch—so long as the Fates agreed with her actions and granted their approval.
Lilia remained silent. She simply stood there with that doe-eyed stare that pissed Mairi off even more. Lilia’s gift from the Fates was visions—that and she was an empath. Mairi flung her hands into the air. “I don’t know why we’re even having this conversation. Not only are you capable of visions, you’re an empath. You feel what I’m feeling. You should already know what’s going on without my having to spell it out.”
“Coffee’s ready. Fill your cup. Get some caffeine in you and let’s go.” Lilia scooped her briefcase up from the table. “You know how Granny is once she sets her mind to something and you know Eliza is going to help her battle from this side of the time portal. Why do you let them bother you?”
“Because…” Mairi stalled out, her thoughts and emotions log-jamming the words. Because Granny had sacrificed so much for them—saved their lives and in the process put all her own hopes and dreams on hold until all four of the sisters were nearly grown. Because Eliza had loved them as her own, taking them under her wing when Granny finally returned to the thirteenth century to be with the man she’d left behind. Because even though the two old women drove her insane, she loved them dearly and couldn’t imagine life without them.
“Because?” Lilia prompted, holding open the door to the stairs leading down into the garage.
“You know, ‘because.’ You’re not stupid.” Mairi took a sip of the scalding hot coffee, flinching against burning her tongue as she replaced the lid on her travel cup. “I know what I want to do with my life, but it’s not exactly meshing with Granny’s plans.” Mairi stopped, staring down at the worn wooden steps. “And I feel like a damn traitor.”
Lilia yanked open the car door, glancing back as she spoke. “You talked to Trulie and Kenna about staying here. Right?” She chugged her briefcase into the back of the car then plopped into the passenger seat.
“Yes,” Mairi said as she slid behind the wheel.
“And they said?”
“They said they understood.” Mairi started the car, rubbing her chilled fingers together as she waited for the engine to warm. Winter was coming and it was a damp, chilly Edinburgh day. The memory of Kenna’s flippant response to her quandary eased her tensed muscles a notch. “Kenna told me they were doing their damnedest to keep Granny’s mind off me by popping out more babies for her to cuddle.”
Lilia smiled. “I’ve got to hop back soon and get in on some of that major spoiling action myself.”
The digital clock on the dashboard clicked and flashed, cranking her tension back up a notch.
Crap on crackers
. Over an hour and a half late and she still had to drop Lilia off at her organic beauty shop.
Mairi bit her lip, glaring down at the engine dial, willing it to peg over to the warm side faster. Who was charge nurse on shift today? Mairi thought back over the revised schedule. Charge Nurse Fiona. Thankfully, the grandmotherly woman had pretty much adopted her, so today’s butt chewing for her perpetual tardiness shouldn’t be too painful. Fiona knew she was always late. She just couldn’t seem to help it, and sweet, motherly Fiona didn’t seem to mind—at least not too very much.
The high-pitched hum of the