To Love a Highland Dragon (20 page)

Maggie shook herself from head to foot, annoyed that all it took were a few rounds of sex to turn her into a helpless female who needed a man to tell her everything would be all right.
I can do this. I did just fine before he walked into my life.

Of course I can. I rode Kheladin, didn’t I?

The Celts materialized out of nowhere and crowded around Kheladin patting him and speaking in Gaelic. Maggie assumed they were telling him he’d done well. While she didn’t want to interrupt his accolades, they had to get moving. As it was, they’d hit the early morning traffic around the Glasgow airport.

Maggie plucked her bag from the tall grass, amazed no one had stolen it. She stumbled to her car, pulled the door open, and made a grab for the bottle of tea wedged between the seats, drinking long and deep. She wished it were liquor. Any kind would do. Just something to steady her nerves. She thought about everything that had transpired since the dragon hoisted her onto his back and tried for perspective, but her mind recoiled.

I’ll think about it later, when I’m not so shaky.

She sank into the driver’s seat and drank more tea, grateful no one was paying the least bit of attention to her—or fussing over how rude Gran had been. Her eyes slid shut. She must have dozed sitting up, because Lachlan’s voice dragged her from an uneasy half slumber.

“Lass, we must leave.”

Her eyes flew open. Confused, she looked around them. “Where did everyone go?”

“The Celts are convening their council. As far as they’re concerned, the black and red wyverns and the Morrigan have declared open war on us. We will retaliate.”

“Get in.” She gestured to the far side of the car. “We still have to pick up Gran, since it appears her plane will show up at the airport now.”

He snorted. “Aye, I feared as much. She doesna care for me.” He walked around the car, got in, and closed his door.

“That’s not it.” Maggie blew out a tired breath. Every bone in her body ached from tension, weariness, and holding on for dear life through Kheladin’s aerobatic maneuvers. “She was worried about me and willing to lay waste to the world if it would keep me safe.”

A slow smile spread over Lachlan’s face. “Aye, then, mayhap we shall get on better than I thought, since protecting you is at the top of my list as well.”

Maggie ferried the car out of the parking lot. “I’m going to look for a diner. I need coffee and something to eat.” Lachlan fumbled with the radio’s dials. “What are you trying to do?” she asked.

“I want to find that fellow again to see what he has to say about flight 427 being returned from the halls of the dead.”

Maggie laughed, recognizing a fine edge of hysteria when she heard herself.
Guess I’m still pretty shaken-up.
“I’ll get the station for you. Now that you mention it, I’d like to hear the news, too.”

Lachlan watched Maggie surreptitiously via a series of sidelong glances. It wouldn’t do for her to see how frantic he’d been about her. He’d ordered the dragon to return just before she’d fallen from his back, but Kheladin—drunk on battle-fury—had ignored him. Granted, the dragon had managed to fly beneath Maggie in time to catch her, but his staging had been far too close for Lachlan’s liking.

“Damn it,” Maggie said. “Had a station dialed in, but I lost it. I don’t have high def radio in this car, so we’re stuck with the basic broadcasting networks.”

“I have no idea what ye just said, but I’m thinking what occurred with the airplane was unusual enough, someone should be talking about it.”

“You’re not kidding.” Maggie snorted. “Oh! Here’s something. Let’s see what kind of spin they’re putting on it.”

A woman’s crackly voice continued. “…BBC News. I tell you, it’s a bloody miracle. Air Blue Sky’s Flight 427 disappeared off radar for one hour and fifty-nine minutes. Yes, you heard me. Nearly two hours. And then there it was again, as if it had never left its trajectory. It reappeared in the same spot it disappeared and is en route for Glasgow International Airport, where it will land in approximately an hour. Crews are clearing the airport and runways, just in case, but our latest report suggests the plane is undamaged. The Glasgow Constabulary has other ideas, and I have it on good authority that the British SIS are on their way…”

“Hmph. No rush, then,” Maggie muttered and reached to turn the sound down. “Hard to say when they’ll let us into the terminal. In fact, think I’ll call Gran once the plane’s on the ground, and she’s allowed to turn her phone on. She can take a shuttle to one of the nearby hotels. It will give us somewhere to wait for her.”

“Hotel, as in a country house or inn?”

“Yes, you rent rooms. We can take showers, clean up, maybe even grab a nap.”

“Mmph.”

She reached across the car and patted his arm. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Not that I wouldna welcome any excuse to lie down with you, lassie, but I told Gwydion I’d join them as soon as I could.”

“Where are they having this council gathering?”

“Near Inverness.”

“Do you suppose they’d let Gran be part of it? I’m sure she’s steaming mad, and the coven could be a powerful ally.”

“Ye should have been a tactician. I’m ashamed I dinna think of it first. How long do ye think—” Maggie’s phone chimed. She reached for it, and the car swerved. Lachlan batted her hand away and dug the phone out of her bag. “Here. How do ye stand being summoned by that thing? Goddesses’ teeth, it’s worse than a fretful bairn.”

Maggie tapped the smooth display and mouthed
I’m putting it on speaker
at Lachlan. “Gran. You can’t have landed yet.”

“I haven’t.”

So that’s what she meant about speaker,
Lachlan thought.
Excellent. I can hear both sides of the conversation.

“Then how are you calling me? It’s against—”

“For godsakes, stop asking questions. I broke a lot of rules this trip. One more won’t matter a whit. Is the dra—, er fellow still with you?”

“Yes.”

Lachlan waved from his side of the car and opened his mouth, but Maggie shook her head.

Mary Elma blew out an exasperated-sounding breath. “Because of what happened, it’s likely the plane—and all of us in it—will be detained for hours while officials question us.”

“Yes. I’d planned to get a room near the airport.”

“Don’t bother. Turn the car around. Go back to the northlands. Certain things are…stronger there, and your new friend will be better able to protect you. Once they turn me loose, I’ll come to you.”

Maggie’s lips pursed in annoyance. Lachlan didn’t have any trouble reading her mind. Insofar as Maggie was concerned, she didn’t need protection. After all, she’d managed Kheladin, hadn’t she?

Aye, lass, ye managed the dragon only because he allowed it.
Lachlan made a mental note to talk with Maggie about his link with Kheladin and dragons in general. It wouldn’t do for her to underestimate them.

“Are you going to rent a car?” Maggie asked, still intent on her phone call.

“Maggie. Please.”

“Um, sure, Gran. Sorry. It’s been a hell of a night. I wasn’t thinking clearly.”

“You often don’t.”

Lachlan saw Maggie wince. Anger flared, turning the energy field surrounding her blood red. The lass had been through hell and back and had shown an excess of courage in his book. “Now ye look here.” He broadcast his voice toward the phone. “Your kinswoman is one of the bravest lasses I have ever met. I’ll not have ye disparaging her.”

Mary Elma brayed laughter. “Well, thanks for telling me we were on speaker, Mags. I assume you’re Lachlan.”

“Ye’d be correct. Furthermore, Maggie is now my mate. That means—”

“Stand down, man. I know exactly what it means. I’ll look forward to meeting the man who actually coaxed my granddaughter into an emotional commitment.” A few more snorts of laughter, then the faint hum of the phone faded.

“Fuck! She hung up,” Maggie exclaimed and slammed the phone down on the console. “Not much point in wasting any more fuel. I’m pulling off at the next exit, getting us coffee and a snack, and then we’ll head back north.”

Maggie looked in a foul mood. Her eyebrows were drawn into a single line. Her jaw clenched over and over. He wanted to comfort her but wasn’t certain just what she was so distressed about. Mary Elma had been a wee bit abrupt, but no more so than crones from his own time. Older women had a lot of latitude and clout.

The car pulled off the road, careened down a side street, and came to a stop in a spray of gravel at an inn with one of the flashing signs that had rattled him back in Inverness hanging in a window. He infused a subtle calming spell. “Whatever is wrong, lass? Your kinswoman is alive and well. She’ll be by your side soon enough.”

Maggie rolled her eyes. Her hands gripped the steering wheel so hard, her knuckles whitened. “Yes,” she said through clenched teeth. “It’s good she’s alive. I do love her, but she annoys the living shit out of me. That last barb about emotional commitment rankles.”

“Mayhap,” Lachlan trod gently, “if ye could tell me what she meant by it, I’d understand—”

“—why I’m so upset?” she finished his sentence for him. When he nodded, she shut her eyes for a moment and captured her lower lip beneath her front teeth before turning to face him. “It’s a long story. I’m exhausted and still not thinking terribly straight, so you’ll get a synopsis.”

“Aye, lass. Would ye like to get something to revive you in the inn afore telling me aught?”

“Probably a good idea, but let me at least kick the door open. Then if you have questions, you can hang onto them and ask me after we’ve eaten.” She inhaled deeply. “Ever since I lost my parents, I’ve been pretty insular and self-sufficient. That was true even when I was a young child.”

She hesitated, brow creased in thought, and shook her head. “Uh-uh, those terms don’t really cover it. I’ve prided myself on not needing anyone or anything. It’s probably one of the reasons I walked away from the coven. Witches are pretty interconnected with one another. I didn’t want to depend on anyone else—for anything. It’s one of the reasons I became a doctor. So I’d know how to take care of life-threatening situations by myself, without help.”

Lachlan quirked a brow. “Well, at least it explains why ye werena married or even had an intended lurking about.”

“This isn’t funny.” Fire flashed from her eyes.

He covered her hands on the steering wheel with one of his own. “I wasna poking fun at you, lass. Come inside. Ye’ll not be so prickly with a full stomach.”

“What I just told you doesn’t bother you?”

He grinned. “Nay. Why should it? I like my women with spirit. Ye’re a rare challenge, lass. One I look forward to.”

“Christ! You make me sound like a prize horse you’re about to break.”

His mouth twitched. He tried not to laugh but failed utterly. After a dicey moment when she looked about to kill him, Maggie joined in. When he could talk again, he said, “Being together will take some getting used to. I suspect there may be a wee bit of
breakage
on both sides.”

Maggie pulled the car off the highway at Fort William. It would be good for both of them to get out and stretch their legs. Lachlan had been right. She felt much better after the smoked salmon, blood pudding, potatoes, and the mushrooms and tomatoes that were a staple of every Scottish breakfast. Three cups of strong coffee helped, too. That had been over an hour ago, and her full stomach made her sleepy.

Lachlan dozed for part of the drive. Her eyes felt gritty. She wanted sleep, too, but there was no way she could turn the wheel over to him. While it seemed unlikely Mary Elma would beat them to Inverness, Maggie didn’t want to deal with her grandmother’s ire if she wasn’t there to greet her properly. Something else nagged at her, but she was too tired to process it.

She pulled the car into a spot across from Loch Linnhe and stroked Lachlan’s arm. He started awake. “Where are we, lass?” He peered out the window. “’Tisn’t Inverness.”

“No, it’s Fort William. I need to get out and walk around, or I’ll fall asleep driving, and we’ll get into an accident.” She hesitated.
Should I?

“What is it?” He stared intently at her. “Your mind isna easy.”

I should have known better than to think I could hide anything from him.
“It might be foolish—maybe just nerves from not sleeping and everything that’s happened—but I’ve felt something odd this past half hour or so.”

His forehead furrowed. “Odd, how?”

She felt stupid. “Like something’s out to get us. The fine hairs on the back of my neck are prickling. I’m sure it’s nothing, but—”

“Doona discount your instincts. They may not be honed, yet magic runs strong within you.”

Her stomach clenched. “It’s what I was afraid of. That what I sensed might be Rhukon on the loose again. I imagine he’s pretty pissed at this point.”

Lachlan grinned wryly. “That, lass, is the understatement of the century. Let us stroll by the loch. Doona be afeard. There are too many people about for him to try something. If it is, indeed, Rhukon, I’ll know it quick enough.”