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now.”
    “Oh, I couldna put ye out,” she said automatically, wanting to kick herself after the words were out.
    Shane shook his head and held up a finger. “One second.”
    A few minutes later he pulled around in his car, much smaller than the taxi, and a bit messy inside. When she got in, he reached down by her feet and chucked a crumpled bag into the backseat, his hand brushing her leg. When he leaned across her she noticed his hair smelled lovely, like nothing she’d ever smelled before. She was glad it was dark, because she inexplicably blushed again.
    “Sorry, that’s my slob brothers always eating in the car. I’ve two brothers, Danny who’s younger, and Thomas, who’s older.” He studied her some more and she felt awkward and uncomfortable, wanting to make conversation, but not knowing where to begin. She closed her eyes and tried to imagine she was in a drawing room and this wasn’t strange at all.
    “Ah, that’s nice. I’m the youngest. I haven’t seen Lachlan in some time.”
    “Ye do know they’re on vacation, right?” he asked. Her eyes flew open and she swung her head to look at him. He smiled sympathetically. “Rotten timing for a surprise.”
    “He’s not there now?” she asked.
    “They’re on some island. I forget which. Be back in a few days or a week.” He didn’t seem concerned about it one way or another.
    “But what will I do until they return?” she asked.
    “Mel’s there,” he said. “She’ll get you sorted.”
    Before she could decide what this meant, they were pulling into a long winding drive. Everything went so fast in this time. The mammoth castle loomed against the dark night, looking dreary and forbidding. She never saw it in her own time, but had heard plenty of stories about the terrible Glens.
    He maneuvered the car down a side track, past a vegetable garden and up an incline, finally pulling into a large open area at the back. One lone light shone at the door, and all the windows were dark.
    “I dinna want to be any trouble,” she said.
    He grinned cheekily. “Too late for that. Come on.” He bounded from the car and ran up to a ground floor window, jumping up and hitting the pane with his hand. “Oi, Mellie, wake up,” he said, jumping up and tapping it again. “Open up, I’ve got something for ye.”
    What was he doing, was he mad? Catie stopped following him and slunk back to the car. This was all so inappropriate, but as Shane looked over at her with his confident smile, she laughed at his exuberance, slapping her hand over her mouth. Was she mad as well?
    A light flicked on behind the shuttered window, and then another closer to the door a moment later. The door flew open and a tall, willowy girl stepped out, her wavy brown hair tumbling around her shoulders and tangling in the collar of her dressing gown.
    “This had better be good, Shane Brodie,” she said menacingly. “If you’re trying to bonk some unsuspecting lass in the barn, you needn’t wake me to do it.”
    He jogged back to where Catie huddled by the car and took her hand, pulling her into the light. She smiled nervously at Mellie, who gave her a cursory glance before turning back to Shane, hand on her hip.
    “This is Catie,” he said, pushing her forward a little more. “Catie Ferguson, Lachlan’s sister, up for a surprise visit.”
    Mellie gripped the door frame and gave Catie her full attention. “No bloody way,” she breathed, eyes wide. “You’d better come inside.”
    It was clear straight away that Mellie knew she was from another time, with the way she gave her meaningful looks and tried to get Shane to leave. He seemed happy where he was, and it took Mellie pushing him out the door after he drank a glass of cider and ate a sandwich she hurriedly threw together, to get him to go.
    “Thank ye for bringing me here,” Catie said, stepping outside with him. “It was verra nice meeting ye.” She was sorry to see him leave, even though it was scandalous that he’d