A Laird for All Time

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the two of you isn’t good for her or the baby.  I’m sure a little extra affection and a big ‘O’ will go a long way toward mellowing her out a bit.”
    She gave him a nudge towards the castle with an encouraging smile.  “Go on, Ian, git ‘er done.”
    Ian got the gist of what she was saying and started back to the castle at a trot, shaking his head.  About a hundred yards away though he suddenly stopped and stared back at her.  “A big ‘O’!” he let out a loud snort and laughed heartily.  “Oh, lass, that is prime good humor!”  He waved a hand at her and continued home.
    Emmy laughed as he finally caught on .  How… Victorian they were when it came to discussing the human condition.  No talk of body parts or sex out loud lest you make someone uncomfortable.  Well, with sex mentioned on TV every twenty seconds or so, she supposed it was easy to become immune to what were once considered inappropriate topics.  Between Dr. Phil and Oprah, there had been no topic left unexplored.  Mentally shrugging, she continued up the shoreline to a large rock where she took a seat and stared out over the water. 
    Farther north west, a steamer was leaving the island and heading toward the mainland.  It was nothing like the large ferry she had taken which carried eighty cars and nearly a thousand people. It was much smaller and probably didn’t carry many vehicles if any at all. She wagered it took much longer than the forty-five minutes her modern ferry had taken as well.  No power lines, no big ferry and probably no big pier in Craignure to dock said big ferry at.  She was definitely out of her own time.  Out of her element.  She couldn’t even have a conversation without shocking someone.  Pulling her legs up, she wrapped her arms around her knees and propped her chin on them.
    What was she to do?  Did she even have a choice?  If she kept trying to convince Connor that she was not Heather and he finally believed her, what would happen to her?  Would he kick her out of the castle?  Where would she go?  The questions mounted in her mind.  It was terrifying, this uncertainty.  If she were a weaker willed person, it might bring her to tears.  As it was a tear of self-pity escaped and she reached up to wipe it away.

Chapter 13
     
    “Fin ally feeling some guilt over yer behavior?” Connor asked as he seated himself next to her.
    Despite the fact she hadn’t heard his approach, Emmy refused to jump in surprise.  Of course he would come back to fight some more!  “Just don’t, Connor.  Or do you not remember how to have a conversation that doesn’t involve picking fights with people?  Really,” Emmy continued with a raised brow, “who was the last person you had a normal conversation with?  Other than your brother,” she added, as he started to answer.
    He exhaled the start of his reply in a huff.  “My solicitor, then,” he replied.
    “Ok ay, someone who isn’t employed by you or completely cowed by you,” she amended.
    Connor paused a moment then admitted a bit sheepishly,  “Ye’ve made your point.  I’ll admit I may ha’ made a habit of being an aggressor in conversation.  Perhaps wi’out even realizing that it was so.”
    “It’s a classic defense mec hanism,” the professional in her told him.  “Once bitten, twice shy.  The first strike mentality.  I don’t know the medical side too well, but you seem pretty textbook to me.”
    “I do?”  Connor had no idea what she was talking about but loved the soft husky sound of her voice.  It flowed over him but did not soothe.  Rather her voice thrummed across his senses b irthing an awareness that he had not felt in many years.  While she frustrated him a great deal, in the end she almost brought peace to his mind when he allowed it.  He felt alive and good.  He had forgotten how that felt.  Despite the anger and arguments they seemed to have, he could not stay away from her.  And, when Ian had returned

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