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clothes.” Piper sighed. Stupid reality was back in force. “What is it, Lachlan? Why did you come back?” she asked.
    Lachlan knitted his brow and pulled the sheet around him. He swung his legs to the floor and stood, somewhat shakily at first, but quickly steadied himself.
    “I have much to tell ye, my love,” he said. “But first, I am fairly starved.”
    Mellie was letting herself into the kitchen when they came downstairs, and she couldn’t take her eyes off of Lachlan, wrapped as he was in a bedsheet like a Greek god. She plopped a rumpled shopping bag onto the counter and shoved it over to him.
    “I’ve not yet tried to salvage your kilt,” she said shyly. “I went round to the shops after class,” she told Piper, who was struggling to get some pork chops out of the freezer. “I hope they fit.”
    “That was so sweet of you, Mellie,” Piper said.
    Mellie took the pork chops out of her hand and replaced them in the freezer. She pointed to a barstool, and Piper took a seat, gratefully letting Mellie take over the preparation of the meal. Lachlan went into the pantry to change into his new clothes and Mellie immediately was abuzz.
    “What’s happening? Do you know why he came back?” she asked in a loud stage whisper. “Oh, he’s handsomer than ever, is he not?”
    “I don’t know any more than you do yet,” Piper whispered back, taking a knife and starting to chop the carrots Mellie placed on the counter.
    “Has he only just woken up, then?” Mellie asked, glancing at the clock with a confused expression. “Poor man, he must have been really badly hurt.”
    “Erm, well, yes, he’s only just gotten out of bed,” Piper said, which was strictly the truth.
    They both turned and gaped when Lachlan came out of the pantry. He was now wearing a dark gray t-shirt that clung to his chest, showing off every rippling muscle. He’d awkwardly and unsuccessfully tried to tuck it into his jeans, which were hanging partly open and slung low on his trim hips. His powerful thighs strained against the heavy fabric. He looked miserable.
    “I canna work these fastenings,” he said, looking embarrassed and disgruntled.
    Piper glanced over at Mellie, who seemed about to drool on the vegetables they were chopping. He was a magnificent sight in modern day menswear and Piper’s brain started whirring into overdrive as to how she could manage to get him into a tailored suit. She hurried over to make Lachlan decent, before Mellie passed out.
    “Oh my goodness,” she breathed as she shoved him back into the pantry and showed him how to work the zipper.
    He seemed fascinated by it and waggled his eyebrows at the proximity of her hands.
    “You look very nice, Lachlan.” She narrowed her eyes at him. “You figured it out fine, didn’t you?” she accused.
    He merely leaned over and kissed her soundly. She threaded her arms around his neck and almost forgot they were surrounded by bags of grain and various root vegetables. She broke away and pulled him out of the pantry, all his clothes properly in place and fastened. He was a sight to behold.
    “I feel verra confined,” he complained. Mellie made a choking noise.
    “Well, walk around a bit. They’ll stretch out,” Piper said.

Chapter 4

    Pietro called goodnight as the last stable hand left for the evening, then he did one last round of all the horses, offering a pat on the nose or a small treat before he called it a day.
    He worked from sunup to sundown. Piper paid him well, probably overpaid him, as she seemed to do most of her employees, but that wasn’t why he worked so hard. He loved being with the horses, being outdoors. The stable workers who answered to him were all handpicked by him and he knew they were capable, so he rarely had to worry about anything going too terribly wrong.
    As he locked up and headed out to his beat up old truck, he glanced up at the castle, noticing the lights were on in the kitchen. He briefly toyed with the idea of going up