The sound echoed joyfully around the room and I joined in. He knelt on the trundle bed mattress beneath me and pulled me into his arms.
“ Ah, my love. I’m certain I’ve already seen those dreams because I’ve had them myself. And you’re right, those are the best ones.” He kissed me full on the lips as if to prove his point, but I didn’t need any convincing. I loved the feel of his mouth on mine, his strong arms around me, and my heartbeat skipped erratically in response to his touch. An image sprang to mind and I started to giggle.
“ Sorry, it’s just that I had this vision of my mom coming down the hall to check on me, and here I am kissing you in my bedroom. I had a sudden compulsion to hide you in the closet so she wouldn’t find out.” He chuckled and sat down on the bed below me, his hand still holding mine.
“ I was going to cast you some breakfast,” he said, “but I wasn’t sure what you might like. We’ve already established you’re not fond of parritch.”
“ You noticed, huh? Actually, I’d like to cook breakfast for you,” I said.
“ Aye, I’d love that. Shall we go to the kitchen, then?”
“ No, not here. I want to take you to my favorite place in the whole world, our family cabin on the lake in Idaho. I’ll make you eggs and potatoes in a cast iron skillet on the old wood stove.”
“ Mmmm, a cabin on the lake sounds lovely. I’ve had eggs before but never potatoes. What are they like?”
“ You’ve never had potatoes? Oh, I’m so glad I didn’t live with you in the 1700s. Potatoes are my favorite food! French fries, tater tots, baby reds, mashed potatoes, baked… Oh my gosh…” Just thinking about it made me salivate.
“ All right, all right, I’ll give them a try if you like them so much. Maybe I’ll like them as much as parritch.” He gave me a teasing wink.
“ Come on, now I’m hungry,” I said and made the cast.
The kitchen of our family cabin materialized out of thin air as my girlish bedroom faded away. Aiden was still in his kilt, but I’d changed out of my pink nightgown into a yellow sundress and sandals when I’d cast the change. The fresh country air filled my lungs and I inhaled deeply, closing my eyes in bliss.
An antique wood stove and an old red refrigerator dominated the small kitchen. The fridge had three cooling boxes with latching handles and made a loud humming sound that filled the room. The walls consisted of rounded hand hewn logs, painstakingly fitted together. Gingham curtains framed the windows and the lake sparkled in the sunlight through the trees outside. I reveled in the ability to imagine the cabin and miraculously be there moments later.
“ Dang, that’s cool. It used to take us seven hours to drive here from Seattle. That’s like the distance from Scotland to London, England, I think.”
Aiden looked at me like I was crazy.
“ No, lassie. You can’t go from anywhere in Scotland to London in seven hours. It takes much longer than that.” I shrugged and reached under the sink to grab some kindling for the wood stove.
“ Actually, I was just talking about driving. I’ll bet you can fly there in a couple hours.” He made a derisive cough in his throat and rolled his eyes.
“ Right, let’s just sprout some wings now and go for a wee flight. Aye, two hours seems about right.” He licked a finger and stuck it out in front of him as if checking the direction of the wind, his tone dripping with sarcasm and I had to laugh.
“ No, smart alec, we don’t turn into birds but it’s just about as cool. Do you remember seeing the planes in the sky when we were in Seattle? They were really high up and looked like big metal tubes with wings like birds.” He nodded with a frown. “I honestly don’t know how it works,” I said, “but you can fit hundreds of people on a plane and it can fly at like 600 miles per hour.”
His eyes narrowed suspiciously. “You don’t mean to tell me that there were people in the
“ Ah, my love. I’m certain I’ve already seen those dreams because I’ve had them myself. And you’re right, those are the best ones.” He kissed me full on the lips as if to prove his point, but I didn’t need any convincing. I loved the feel of his mouth on mine, his strong arms around me, and my heartbeat skipped erratically in response to his touch. An image sprang to mind and I started to giggle.
“ Sorry, it’s just that I had this vision of my mom coming down the hall to check on me, and here I am kissing you in my bedroom. I had a sudden compulsion to hide you in the closet so she wouldn’t find out.” He chuckled and sat down on the bed below me, his hand still holding mine.
“ I was going to cast you some breakfast,” he said, “but I wasn’t sure what you might like. We’ve already established you’re not fond of parritch.”
“ You noticed, huh? Actually, I’d like to cook breakfast for you,” I said.
“ Aye, I’d love that. Shall we go to the kitchen, then?”
“ No, not here. I want to take you to my favorite place in the whole world, our family cabin on the lake in Idaho. I’ll make you eggs and potatoes in a cast iron skillet on the old wood stove.”
“ Mmmm, a cabin on the lake sounds lovely. I’ve had eggs before but never potatoes. What are they like?”
“ You’ve never had potatoes? Oh, I’m so glad I didn’t live with you in the 1700s. Potatoes are my favorite food! French fries, tater tots, baby reds, mashed potatoes, baked… Oh my gosh…” Just thinking about it made me salivate.
“ All right, all right, I’ll give them a try if you like them so much. Maybe I’ll like them as much as parritch.” He gave me a teasing wink.
“ Come on, now I’m hungry,” I said and made the cast.
The kitchen of our family cabin materialized out of thin air as my girlish bedroom faded away. Aiden was still in his kilt, but I’d changed out of my pink nightgown into a yellow sundress and sandals when I’d cast the change. The fresh country air filled my lungs and I inhaled deeply, closing my eyes in bliss.
An antique wood stove and an old red refrigerator dominated the small kitchen. The fridge had three cooling boxes with latching handles and made a loud humming sound that filled the room. The walls consisted of rounded hand hewn logs, painstakingly fitted together. Gingham curtains framed the windows and the lake sparkled in the sunlight through the trees outside. I reveled in the ability to imagine the cabin and miraculously be there moments later.
“ Dang, that’s cool. It used to take us seven hours to drive here from Seattle. That’s like the distance from Scotland to London, England, I think.”
Aiden looked at me like I was crazy.
“ No, lassie. You can’t go from anywhere in Scotland to London in seven hours. It takes much longer than that.” I shrugged and reached under the sink to grab some kindling for the wood stove.
“ Actually, I was just talking about driving. I’ll bet you can fly there in a couple hours.” He made a derisive cough in his throat and rolled his eyes.
“ Right, let’s just sprout some wings now and go for a wee flight. Aye, two hours seems about right.” He licked a finger and stuck it out in front of him as if checking the direction of the wind, his tone dripping with sarcasm and I had to laugh.
“ No, smart alec, we don’t turn into birds but it’s just about as cool. Do you remember seeing the planes in the sky when we were in Seattle? They were really high up and looked like big metal tubes with wings like birds.” He nodded with a frown. “I honestly don’t know how it works,” I said, “but you can fit hundreds of people on a plane and it can fly at like 600 miles per hour.”
His eyes narrowed suspiciously. “You don’t mean to tell me that there were people in the
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