The Highlander's Hope - A Contemporary Highland Romance (20 page)

“I’ll call whe
n I have more information.  I’m afraid I’ll need you to stay in town until this is sorted.”  He got to his feet and flipped closed his notebook.

“There’s one more thing.” 
She went into the library, grabbed her laptop, and handed it to the police.  “I’m sure you’ll find the evidence you need.  James may not have had anything to do with the men that were here, but he did hack into my computer with the purpose of stealing my research.”

James, dealing with another officer, overheard her. 
“You wouldn’t dare press charges.”  He went red in the face, stammering in his fury—as if Cat cared a flying whoop.

“Wouldn’t I?”

The cop who’d taken her laptop turned a steely gaze on James.  “I think it best you come with us to the station.  I’m going to have some more questions for you.”

With
everyone else gone, Cat turned to Angus, her defenses finally crumbling as she fought back tears, overwhelmed with worry about Iain.  “I don’t know where the hospital is.”

Angus put an arm around her shoulder and gave her a quick hug.  “I’ll take ye
to him.”

“You saw him—w
ill he be ok?”

“I think so, lass.”

Chapter Twenty

Having dug through the dirt wall blocking the metal gate from view, Iain and Angus now worked on cutting through the bolt.  It had taken Iain several weeks to heal, and during that time Cat had refused to go back to the tunnel without him.  With his leg finally allowing him to climb, they’d returned to see if they’d finally found the Highlander’s Hope. 

The bolt gave way, the metal weakened with age. 
Iain gave her a smile and then pulled the gate open, the hinges screeching in protest, the metal flaking off in sheets of rust.  “After you, my love.”

Cat held up her flashlight and stepped past him, pausing just long eno
ugh to kiss him before moving into the small chamber filled with wooden boxes.  Perhaps they held weapons for Prince Charlie’s return, documents or funds, but it was all overlooked when their beams of light rested on a nook carved into the dirt and the small wooden box nestled there.

“
Iain… I think this is it.”  She looked over at him as he stepped to her side, placing a hand on her shoulder.

“Aye, love.  And the honor should be
yers.”

“Here’s a bit more light.”  Angus moved closer, holding up the bright lantern so she could set he
rs down.

It was a simple box, but Iain’s
family crest was carved into the lid, and it set his pulse racing at breakneck speed. Cat undid the latch and opened the lid, before peeling back the delicate fabric.

I
t sparkled in the torchlight like a million stars—the Highlander’s Hope.  Diamonds and emeralds, with smaller rubies and sapphires, were all worked into an exquisite piece of art.

She turned towards him, her smile
beaming from ear to ear.  “It’s beautiful, Iain.  Can you believe we’ve found it?”

“Aye, love.  I had no doubt.”

***

Back in the library with a roaring fire to get them warm,
Iain watched as Cat documented everything into her laptop, and then proceeded to take notes and pictures of the Hope.  He loved watching her work—the intensity of her gaze, her unwavering concentration, her contagious enthusiasm. 

His father had come in for a look, not quite believing they’d found it on
MacCraigh land.  Iain couldn’t believe it either.  But there was more on Iain’s mind than the excitement about the necklace.

T
he last few weeks had been busy with doctor’s appointments and visits to the police station, and they had not spoken about getting married since that fateful day with MacTavish.  He’d been waiting for this moment—for her to find the Highlander’s Hope.  And now the time had come.

By the gods, he loved her with all his heart. 
When she got up to stretch her legs, he joined her and took her hand.  “Come, love.  Ye’ve been at it for hours.  Some fresh air will do ye good.”

Iain
led her out towards the gardens, the day warm for December.  There was a spot he’d always loved—looking out towards the craggy cliffs, and beyond that in the far distance, the sea.  Standing behind her, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close.

“It’s just gorgeous
here, Iain.”   Cat leaned back against him, snuggling closer.

“I meant what I said, my love.” 
Iain reached into his pocket and pulled out his mother’s engagement ring.  “I love ye, Cat.  Will ye marry me?”

She spun in his arms to face him, her eyes locked on his.  “Yes—I love you with all my heart,
Iain.  Of course I’ll marry you.”

He kissed her, long and sweet,
his heart one with hers, his soul complete.  When he could finally pull himself away, he slipped the diamond ring on her finger.  “It was my mother’s.  She’d want ye to have it.”

“Oh,
Iain.  It’s beautiful.”  She threw her arms around his neck, kissing him once more.

“There’s more, love.  I heard from
my accountant.”  It had taken some finagling but they somehow managed it.  “I was able to free up enough cash to recoup the money my father fronted for my brother and to bail Malcolm out of his troubles.”

“
Iain… I hope you know that I understand why you’d use the necklace for collateral.  I’d likely have done the same.”

“No, love. Ye wouldn’t have.  But that’s all right.  It’s one of the reasons I love ye.”

“You know, the tabloids are going to have a field day with this.”

“Aye, love.  I expect they will.”  He couldn’t help but laugh at the thought of the headlines they’d dream up.

Cat smiled and gave him a quick kiss.  “Except that none of this ever happened.”

He burst out laughing and swept her off her feet in a spin until she squealed in delight.  “Of course not, my love.  It’s already forgotten.”

The
End

Read on for a sample of Book Two,
A Highland Home
, now available.

A Highland Home

by Cali MacKay

Chapter One

The pungent and salty sea air filled Rowan’s lungs as the wind from the open window whipped through her hair, tugging her red locks loose.  She took in the craggy cliffs and heather, the sparse beauty and desolation.  It was at once so new and yet it felt incredibly familiar, even if the Scottish highlands were nothing like the mountains of Vermont.

More importantly, this felt like home.  It was a new start to a new life—and that left her feeling giddy, like champagne bubbles had tickled her nose. 

“We’re nearly there now.  I’m sure ye’ll be wanting to get settled in.  Ye must be exhausted after such a long trip.”  Angus’s smile lit his blue eyes from within, his dark tumbled curls and rough stubble making him look ruggedly handsome and far too charming. 

He was the son of her mother’s best friend, and kind enough to collect her at the airport in Glasgow.  Having studied veterinary medicine at Cambridge, his clipped lilt was mild and easy enough to understand, though her heart still raced to hear its melody. 

“I think I’ll end up sleeping for a week.”  She gave him a warm smile, her excitement refusing to be contained despite feeling jetlagged and exhausted.  Now in her mid-twenties, she’d done a fair amount of traveling, but this was where she hoped to put down roots and finally get the answers she’d been searching for all her life.  “I can’t thank you enough, Angus—for everything.” 

Once she’d decided to make the move, Angus had been an amazing help.  He’d even seen to updating the cottage that had been her grandfather’s and then her mother’s, both of them now gone, leaving her without any family.  It was just a small home, she’d been told, sitting on the edge of a cliff to overlook the raging sea. 

It couldn’t sound any more perfect.

Angus threw her a sideways glance, before turning his attention back on the road.  “There wasn’t too much that needed doing, since the place has had tenants living there on and off.  Still, it’s probably a far cry from what ye’re used to, aye?”

She took a look at the rugged landscape.  Massive rocks seemed to jut out of the ground with no rhyme nor reason, and though it was a stark beauty, it was a beauty nonetheless.   The amazing views would give her ample material to work with, and as an artist, it didn’t matter that the closest city was hours away.   

“I’m happy for the change and have been looking forward to this for a long time.  I swear, I’ve never seen anything more breathtaking.”

“Not many locals stay anymore, though we certainly get overrun with tourists due to the cliffs and the circle of stones.  The town is picturesque too.  Still, the last generation or two have left for the city as soon as they’re able.”

Like her mom.  She’d left as soon as she could, the ink barely dry on her nursing degree when she headed for the States, never to return to her childhood home. 

He pointed to a large home.  “That there’s your closest neighbor.  Conall Stewart.  Went to school with him.  He can be a right bastard, but keeps to himself mostly.  So if you’re looking for a bit of company, you’ll still be stuck calling me.”  He gave her a wink that made her laugh.

She looked at him with one brow perked in disbelief.  “You make it sound like you’re the only two people on the Firth.”

“We are, unless you’re looking for someone more grey and hunched over like.  If that’s the case, then old MacDougall might suit you fine.”  His sly smile had her laughing.  “You think I’m teasing, but it’s the truth.  You’ll find out soon enough.  Unless, of course, you prefer the excitement of a brief affair—plenty of visitors to choose from, if that’s yer preference.”

She threw him a mischievous glance.  “So my choices for entertainment are you, my cranky neighbor or a fling?”

“Aye, and don’t forget the old crabbit MacDougall.”  When she caught his gaze with a stern look, he gave her a wink and a laugh.  “Actually, there are a handful more people our age.  My good friend, Iain, and his fiancée, Cat, aren’t far from here.  She’s also American, by the way.”

“Well, I’m glad I have more options than just
crabbit MacDougall.  But you can’t tell me you’re actually single.”  If he were in the States, she knew the women would be fighting for him hand over fist.  Nice, smart, good-looking, successful and straight.  It was a rare combination in her book.

He shrugged and threw a smile her way.  “Had a lass when I lived in the city, but it ended when I decided to come back home and start my veterinary practice.  It wasn’t serious though, and she was off to London before I’d even finished packing my bags.  What about
yerself?  Surely ye’ve left hordes of heart-broken lads pining after ye.”

“Nope.  No one left behind with a broken heart.  I haven’t stayed in one place long enough to really bother, and relationships always seem far too complicated.”  She wouldn’t mention how she’d given her heart to Stephen and even agreed to marry him, only to find him screwing her roommate when her flight landed early.
“I’m hoping to stay put this time around.”

“Well, it makes me a happy man to hear
ye’ll be settling down in our wee little village.”  He gave her another sideways glance and a smile.  “And since ye’re choices are old crabbit McDonald, cantankerous Conall, and lovable old me, I’m liking my odds.”

She burst out laughing.  “You know, you really are incorrigible.” 

“Well, I do try, my dear.”  Another dashing smile. 

Pity she’d sworn off men for anything other than the rare casual involvement—and there was something about Angus that made her think he did
not
do casual.  It’d be one thing if they were in a big city, but it would be impossible to avoid him in a town this small, and frankly, she liked him way too much to let things get awkward between them.   

He pulled her from her thoughts.  “Rowan… I’m really sorry about yer mother.  My Ma’s still heartbroken over it.  They were inseparable growing up.”

Though it had been a year since her mother had passed, it was still hard to deal with.  But being in the village where she grew up would be one more way to remember her.  More importantly, she might finally get the answers to the questions she’d been asking her entire life—answers her mother refused to give her, even on her deathbed.

She tried to stay positive, not wanting to spoil things with sadness.  “I’m hoping I might get the chance to speak to your mom about their adventures growing up.  I’m sure they got into all sorts of trouble.” 

“I guarantee it.”  Angus turned the car down a gravel drive and put the car in park.  “Here ye are.” 

The white-washed cottage was just as she’d imagined it.  Diamond paned windows sat nestled in thick stone walls, the thatch most likely replaced at some point with slate.  Wild pink
roses clung to the walls, making it picture perfect, and off in the distance Rowan could see the ocean, the sun dipping towards the horizon.

She grabbed his arm and all but jumped for joy.  “It’s gorgeous, Angus.  I can’t believe I’m finally here.” 

“There’s not much to the place, but the view can’t be beat, and the stone circle is just over the hill there.  Come, I’ll show ye around.  Door’s open if ye want to head in.  I’ll be right behind ye with yer bags.”

Rowan grabbed her carry-on and stepped into a blustery wind coming off the ocean, excitement and anticipation bubbling within like the swirling waters that crashed against the craggy cliffs.  The stone path led to a red front door, bold and inviting.  With a hand on the brass handle, she let herself in and stepped into the living area. 

It was cozy and sweet.  On one side, a long red sofa and chair sat by a small iron stove and TV, whereas the other side served as a dining room with a small table and chairs.  Rowan moved beyond the living room to find a decent-sized kitchen, and a small bath.  A small bedroom was being used as an office and would serve well as her studio.  She then took the narrow stairs up to a large bedroom which occupied the entire floor.

Likely once an attic, the longest walls were short, before moving up into a sloped roofline.  It could have felt claustrophobic, but the room was large and the ceiling height at its peak was generous, with several skylights aiding the airy feel.  Two large windows on the opposite walls let the light pour in through the lace curtains, mottling the bedspread in shadows, while a cheery yellow danced on the walls.

“What do ye think?  Will it do?”

Rowan turned to find Angus standing behind her, and had to resist the urge to hug him. After months of emailing him, months of him making sure everything was ready for her arrival, she couldn’t thank him enough.  “It’s perfect.”

“Glad to hear it.  I stocked the kitchen with some basics, but ye might want to get to the grocer’s before long.  The keys to the car—a manual transmission, by the way—are hanging in the kitchen by the back door.  But if ye’re planning on staying, ye’ll likely want to get yerself a more reliable vehicle.”

“I’m definitely staying.”  Going back home was not an option—and definitely not until she got the answers she was looking for.

“Ye say that now, and it’s a good thing we’re heading into warmer weather, but wait until we’re fully into winter nine months from now.  I’ll find ye on the first plane to Ibiza looking for a bit of sun and a handsome Spaniard.”  Another charming smile had her taking a deep breath to keep her pulse steady. 

“I grew up in New England—cold winters don’t scare me, my dear.  And it’ll take more than that to make me leave if I don’t want to go.  I’m stubborn—or so I’ve been told.”

“Aye, well, that’d be the Scottish in ye.”  He wandered back towards the kitchen.  “I left yer bags in the sitting room, and the boxes ye sent ahead of time are in the back entry just there.  Ye’ve got my number should ye need it, but I’ll warn ye now, coverage with a mobile can be spotty at times.”

“Again, I can’t thank you enough, Angus.” 

“I’ll go so ye can rest and get yer bearings, but will swing by tomorrow to see how ye’re fairing.” 

She walked him to the door, and saw him out with a final word of thanks before turning back to her new home.

And for once she felt like she belonged.

***

Rowan woke up in a strange bed, feeling lost as her mind tried to work through the grogginess and she tried to get her bearings.  The sun filtered through the lace curtains as a slow smile spread across her face.  Jetlagged, she still felt a bit off, but a not-so-hot shower worked wonders to wake her up and clear her head.   Wrapped in a robe, she grabbed a bite to eat, and with a coffee in hand, felt all the more human for it. 

After digging through her suitcases for jeans and a comfy sweater, she grabbed her camera, threw on her pea coat and boots, and headed for the door, ready to start her new life.

The fog clung to the heather in waves, as the sun broke through the clouds in streaks of brilliance.  There was an ethereal quality to the light, the way it shone golden bright against the darkness surrounding it.  With camera in hand, she adjusted her aperture and focus, and snapped one image after the other, the peace and energy of the place vibrating through her.  As the light shifted, so did her focus, catching the ever-changing images before her. 

Distracted by the photos she was taking, she heard the commotion heading her way before she saw it. 
Finishing her shot, she looked down to find a wiggling ball of wiry fur, the dog’s tail whipping around with excitement. 

“Where did you come from?” 
Rowan slung her camera over her shoulder and then crouched down to pet the pup.  It was a bizarre mix of some sort of collie, with… greyhound?  And maybe a bit of Jack Russell thrown in for good measure?  Not terribly tall but with long spindly legs.  Hyper little thing for sure, and cute as a button with a raccoon mask surrounding her eyes.  No collar, but in good enough shape to not be a stray.  “Did you escape? Or are you lost?”

And then she heard a voice being carried on the wind. 
“Piper!”

She had to laugh.  “I take it that’s you, right?
  Sounds like you might be in a bit of trouble.”

A
figure came up over the hill, the fog clinging to the ground by his feet. The dog paid him no attention, even if there was no doubt in Rowan’s mind that he was the owner—and looking none too happy about it.  She held onto the pup to prevent her from escaping. 

“Is she yours?”

“Aye.  Thanks for grabbing her.”  The man leaned forward and slipped the dog’s collar over her head, adjusting it so it wouldn’t slip free again.   He then stood, and turned to go.

“I think we might be neighbors.”  This had to be the neighbor Angus had mentioned.  Conall was it?  A curious sort.  Rough exterior with tumbled dark blonde hair, and scruffy stubble.  Intelligent eyes in an unusual amber color.

With a sigh, he spun back to face her.  “Are ye in the Campbell’s cottage then?”

“I am.  Just got here yesterday.” 

“Well, ye best be careful walking in the fog.  Liable to fall into the sea.”  He looked at her camera and then back to her face, impatience in his stance.  “Ye best head back.  Leave yer photos for another day.”

She should probably let him go, but if they were neighbors, then she’d like to know his name, at the very least.  She s
tuck out her hand.  “I’m Rowan.  Rowan Campbell.”