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tae
town.”
    Two
years on his own? Had he spent all that time out here? No. No way would someone live like this for two whole
years.
    “You
don’t even have a cell phone?” I would die without mine.
    He
scowled. “What’s a cell phone ?”
    What
the crap? Seriously? I cleared my throat,
wondering how I got stuck with the only person in the world that didn’t know
what cell phones were. “Nevermind. Is there a town nearby?”
    “No’
far. And before ye ask, nae, I dinna ken which town I’ll take ye tae. Since ye
dinna belong tae a clan, ‘tis verra likely ye could be turned out.”
    I
blinked and rubbed my hands over my arms despite the warmth that radiated from
the fire. “I have my credit card. I can pay for a room.”
    The
Highlander’s eyes narrowed. “Ye speak verra strange, lass. I dare say ye dinna
make any sense a’tall.”
    Okay,
so make that stuck with the only person in the world who didn’t know what cell
phones and credit cards were. I closed my eyes and let out one long,
slow breath. “I mean that I have money to pay for a room somewhere, so if you
can just point me in the direction of a town, I’ll be on my way. I’ve just got
to get ahold of my dad.”
    He
brightened, almost excited. “Ye didnae tell me yer da’ was near. When was the
last time ye saw him?”
    “Two
days ago.” I shrugged.
    “Where
was he?”
    “In
Utah.”
    “I
dinna ken where Utah is, but I can guarantee it isn’ae anywhere near
here. Are ye sure it’s been only two days since? Ye may be a little…shaken,
aye?”
    I
groaned and dropped my head into my hands before peering at him through gaps
between my fingers. “Utah is in America—in the U.S. Of course it’s not near
here.”
    “ America ?
Ye mean, the Colonies? Far more than two days then lass, it must hae been weeks since ye last saw him, and it’ll be weeks if no’ months before ye could get
word tae him.”
    I
opened my mouth to argue, but his expression changed to one of concern as he
knelt forward, rolling his elbows onto his knees.
    “Did ye
no’ hae an escort when ye traveled here? Surely yer da’ didnae allow ye
tae travel all this way wi’out protection?”
    “Protection? What the hell time
warp are you stuck in? I wouldn’t have needed any protection if it weren’t for
that creep in the pub, and then waking up in the middle of freakin’ B.F.E.”
    The Scot blinked, narrowing his
eyes on me as he seemed to be hung up on some of my words. I felt some small
satisfaction that he was having just as hard of time discerning what I said, as
what I did with his accent.
    “What’s B.F.E?”
    “Bum Fu…You know, nevermind.” If
he didn’t know, he wasn’t learning it from me. “You missed the point anyway: Nobody
travels with protection, unless you mean people who travel with their parents
or with like the CIA or something. Not that parents offer any real protection
except for having the knack for taking all the fun out of everything.”
    “Och, aye. Yer mam and da couldn’ae
possibly hae kept ye from endin’ up here. Is that what yer tellin’ me then?”
    Actually, my dad probably could
have. If he’d come to Scotland, then I wouldn’t have even been in that bar.
Probably wouldn’t have met Captain Cloak at all. My face must have betrayed my
thoughts because the Scot gave me a very satisfied smirk.
    “Like I said. He couldn’t offer
any real protection except for keeping me locked up in a hotel room.”
    “And I take it ye dinna think
that’s protection?”
    “No. It isn’t.”
    He handed me a chunk of meat he’d
cut from the rabbit. “And yet, if ye’d stayed locked in a room wi’yer mam and
da’ ye’d nae be here wi’me.”
    Ooh, damned Scot. I scowled at
him and averted my eyes, instead focusing on the sizzling meat in my hands as I
took a bite. The Highlander had me there, and he knew it.
    Game. Set. Match.
    “Where
did ye get such ridiculous clothing anyway?”
    I
glared at him through the pops and whizzes of the