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sister's, wet-nurse. She'd then stayed at the keep as
a companion to his màthair .
    Elsbeth cleared her throat again
and Iain stepped out of her way, but his gaze l ing ered
on the lass. Who was she anyway, and where had she come from. He could n't shake the feel ing that he'd seen her before.
    Raibert carried some kind of an
odd-look ing bag with
him when he brought the lass here. He'd said he'd found it lying beside her. Perhaps it
held someth ing that would give Iain a clue
or two as to who her clan was .
    He watched his Elsbeth bathed the
woman's face in cold water from the basin. Her long, dark lashes fluttered open
as she began to waken.
    "Wine please, Laird." Elsbeth
held out her hand.
    Iain grabbed the goblet on the
table, splashed some wine into it, and handed it to her. Then he moved to the
hearth, where he waited, a foot tapp ing with impatience, for Elsie to finish with the lass.
    "There now lassie, sip it easy like ." Elsbeth
helped her to sit up a little and held the goblet for her.
    Kris accepted the drink with a
nod of appreciation. After several sips of the cool liquid, her head began to
clear a bit. The woman offered her an arm and helped her as she struggled to
sit in a more upright position.
    Fear seized her again when she
glanced toward the fireplace and saw him still there, arms crossed in
front of him, legs spread, star ing at her. Much as he had in that portrait of
him. She'd hoped she'd dreamed it. How could this be happen ing ? Maybe she was still dream ing . She handed the goblet
back to the woman with shak ing f ing ers and reached
down too surreptitious ly pinch herself. It hurt. This wasn't a dream! Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God!
    "Whe-where am I?" Her
voice shook with alarm. At a look from Iain, she scrambled across the bed and
tucked her knees to her chin, unsure what to expect next. She also wanted to
put as much distance as possible between herself and that man . Had she been kidnapped?
    "Ye are in MacGregor Castle,
in Kinloch Rannoch." He stared at her as if she'd gone daft.
"Do ye no' remember?"
    There went the kidnapp ing idea. Too many late-night
movies. It had been a
long shot anyway, for she recognized the room, most of it at least. And of
course, she remembered be ing in the keep in Kinloch Rannoch. She'd come to Scotland with her college class
for some research, recreation and some well-deserved relaxation.
    What she did n't remember where these two
people and she especial ly did n't remember anyone
in the castle who could pass for Iain MacGregor's twin.
    Hear ing his rich, deep voice and see ing him up close and
personal as it were ,
he reminded her of a younger Sean Connery--on steroids. Kris shook her head to
try to clear the confusion from her befuddled brain, which on ly served to make her head
ache more.
    "Do you remember anyth ing at all, lass?" Kris
swung her gaze back to the woman.
    "Just vague bits. It all
kinda seems like a
dream, though." This ca n't be happen ing , she
screamed inside. "Who are you?" She whispered, half in anticipation,
half in to dread.
    "I am Elsbeth, and
this," she gestured to the very large man behind her, "is Iain MacGregor, Laird of clan MacGregor."
    Kris clenched her hands until her
nails dug into her palms. Her breath seemed to solidify in her throat. How
could this be? Iain MacGregor had been dead for over 400 years; it wasn't possible for him to be stand ing in front of her. Yet there he was .
She shook her head again and closed her eyes. She was still dream ing ;
she had to be. Although
this was the most
realistic dream she'd ever had .
    "And who are ye?" Iain
asked, his arms crossed in front of his massive chest mak ing his arm muscles bulge a
bit.
    Kris' eyes flew open. "I--my
name is..." she stopped. She could not tell this man who she was .
What would he do to her if he found out she was a Campbell? She shuddered at the thought. Could she give him her màthair 's maiden name? She at
once nixed that idea. Without
a doubt, that would
raise