Reunited (Book 2 of Lost Highlander series) by Cassidy Cayman Page A

ye show me what the village is like in this time?” he asked, coming up for air.
    She sank back with relief at the suggestion, a perfect distraction to their drama.
    “Yes, most definitely,” she said. “Let’s do that.”
    She scrambled up off the yoga mat and rushed to get dressed, giggling when he quailed at having to wear his modern clothes again. When he was all zipped up she reached around and brazenly gripped his behind, causing him to break out in a surprised grin.
    “You’re very handsome, Lachlan,” she said, stepping back and admiring him. “We can get you some more clothes, maybe something looser, though I like looking at you in those tight jeans.”
    At the clothing shop in town, Destiny's eyes nearly goggled right out of her head when Piper came in, followed by Lachlan in all his massive tight-denimed glory.
    After they finally stuffed him into a changing room with an armload of clothes, it looked like Destiny was going to have apoplexy if she couldn’t get to her phone to tell someone about the hot stranger from the castle who was in her shop.
    The villagers, bless them, were the biggest lot of gossip hounds Piper ever knew, and having grown up in the small Texas town of Dilbert, that was saying a lot.
    When she had first moved to Scotland, there was a tiny smattering of attention, and a few articles were published about her, the American heiress. It wasn’t until she’d recently given away nearly half her fortune that the media really came down on her. She’d been dubbed a hero, an anti-hero, a saint, a crazy person, and embarrassingly, Britain’s Cutest Philanthropist.
    For a short time the village had swarmed with people hoping to get a story or picture, but the people of Castle on Hill were tight lipped around strangers. To the best of her knowledge none of them had ever sold any pictures or stories about her. Still, they loved talking amongst themselves, and she wasn’t sure she wanted them to know too much about Lachlan, just yet.
     With a sigh, Piper started to do damage control.
    “He does war reenactments on the property,” she explained in an undertone. “He’d wear his kilt all the time if he could.”
    Destiny nodded. “Men can be fair crazy,” she said.
    They both gasped when he came from behind the curtain in a pair of cargo pants and no shirt. Between his powerfully chiseled chest and the scary looking stitches in his side, Piper had to grab Destiny’s arm to keep her from falling over.
    “Well, those fit quite well,” Destiny sputtered. “And they’re on sale.”
    Piper laughed and tossed a shirt at Lachlan, who rolled his eyes and returned to the changing room.
    They bought a few new shirts and Lachlan wore the cargo trousers out of the store. He was delighted with all the pockets, and hardly complained about the snug fit. They walked to Maclean’s Bookseller, where they were going to meet Sam and Evie.
    Sam’s new employee, a bespectacled boy with flaming red hair, waved at them from the register, then hollered across the store for Sam. He emerged from the rows of books, followed by Evie, who looked flushed.
    Piper could tell in a blink that Evie still hadn’t told him. He was solicitously letting her go ahead of him, with his hand resting lightly in the small of her back, but his actions in no way screamed anything other than sweet boyfriend. Certainly not new dad-to-be.
    She scowled at Evie, who gave her a nearly imperceptible shake of the head and a slight look of dismay.
    “What are you going to do now?” Evie asked after hugging the stuffing out of Piper, and squeezing Lachlan’s forearm anxiously.
    “We’re going to get lunch, right?” Piper glanced over at the ginger sales boy and hustled them all out of the store.
    “I’m so glad Padma doesn’t work there anymore,” Evie hissed into Piper’s ear as they walked to the pub.
    Sam and Lachlan were following behind, deep in their own serious looking conversation.
    “I’m not going to encourage your