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a hundred years.”
    He spoke low. “What makes these car-things move?”
    “Gasoline and sometimes electricity.”
    He chuckled and tightened his arm around her. “Aye, and this just gets deeper and deeper, doesna it?”
    “I’m afraid so.” Her side, pressed against his body, blazed with need to be closer still. To clear her head, she moved from beneath his arm and trotted ahead, wishing she’d worn tennis shoes rather than sandals.
    “Lass?” He chugged alongside her, easily catching her up.
    “It’s the red Fiat halfway down the next block.” In a burst of frivolity, she added, “Bet I can beat you,” and took off running.

 

Chapter Three
    Lachlan wasn’t expecting her to race away like a young child. It took him several moments to stop staring at the clean lines of ass and legs as she ran and chase after her. The lass, Maggie, was as enticing a woman as he’d ever come across. What hips she had. If ever a woman were made for childbearing… “Caught you.” He grabbed her arm, spun her to face him, and angled his mouth over hers. Half anticipating a sharp slap, he was pleasantly surprised when she opened her mouth beneath his and sparred with his tongue. She tasted sweet, like a well-aged wine. The swell of her breasts pressed against his chest nearly drove him mad.
    Breaking their kiss, she murmured, “We’re never going to get to the car at this rate.”
    “Ye said red.” He gazed at the row of metal things she’d said were cars. “I only see one red one, so it must be yours.”
    “Very good, Einstein. Let’s see if we can get there.” She pulled away and started walking again. He loped to her side and took her arm.
    “Einstein?”
    “Never mind.” She fished her keys from her bag and hit the clicker. “Go ahead, get in.” She motioned to the door on the opposite side from the walkway. “I’m still not that great with this right-hand drive thing, but I promise not to kill us.”
    He walked into the street. An obnoxiously loud noise set his heart racing; a car sped past, scant inches from his body. They are just like carriages, he tried to tell himself as he gulped air. ’Twas stupid of me not to look afore stepping into the roadway. He flattened himself against the side of Maggie’s car and looked at the outline of the door. A recessed, silvery panel must be the secret to open it. He was just reaching for it when she leaned across the car, did something, and his door popped open. He folded his frame into a space that felt far too small and made certain his sword was snugged up against himself before tugging the door shut.
    He gazed at dials and levers. Maggie twisted something, and the same whirring sound all these contraptions made rang loud in his ears. “Hang on,” she murmured. “This will seem strange to you, but here we go. Whatever you do, do not open your door until the car stops, no matter how nervous this makes you.”
    “I am never nervous .” His voice wasn’t as smooth and confident as he’d hoped it would sound. He tightened his grip on his sword.
    She grinned at him and pulled into the street. “I would be. It’s nothing to be ashamed of.”
    “How far can one of these cars travel in a day?”
    She shrugged. “Depends. Three hundred miles is an easy day, but you could drive five or six hundred if you started early and drove until late. In the States, where the roads are better, I’ve driven as much as eight hundred, but I was pretty tired at the end of it.”
    He fell back against the seat cushions. Breath whooshed out of him. She couldn’t have traveled such a great distance in a single day. It wasn’t possible. He pinched the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger. Could he trust this woman? This witch ? She could have closed her mind to him—not that it would have kept him out—but she hadn’t even tried. Questions tumbled through his overburdened brain. How could he have slept so long yet be relatively untouched? What was he going to