Wings of Morning by Kathleen Morgan

and was simply falling in love with the handsome, generous, exceedingly kind man. Aye, that was it, Regan decided with a roll of her eyes. She was falling in love with a totally unattainable man, just like all the rest of them.
    Striding into the stables before her foolish imagination next had her wed and bearing his children, Regan walked down the strawlittered aisle until she found the stall housing Iain’s big horse. As expected, Iain was there, bent over, picking out his mount’s hooves.
    She watched him in silence until he had finished all four hooves and straightened, keeping a tight rein all the while on her thoughts about his fine, strong form. Then she cleared her throat.
    Iain whirled around. “Och, it’s ye, lass.” Straight, white teeth gleamed in his sun-bronzed face. “I didn’t hear ye come up.”
    “I didn’t wish to disturb ye while ye were so busy with yer horse.”
    Regan smiled. “Besides, I like being in a stable and around horses.
    It feels verra natural to me, it does.”
    He arched a dark blond brow. “Indeed? Does that mean ye’re hinting ye’d like to go riding sometime soon?”
    She laughed. In many ways, Iain Campbell already knew her very well. “Aye, I’d like that verra much. Which brings me to the reason I sought ye out. We’ve had no luck so far in discovering where I came from. I thought mayhap it was time to begin visiting the lands surrounding yers, if ye’re still of a mind to assist me in that undertaking.”
    Iain paused to remove his horse’s bridle and offer the animal a handful of hay. Then he walked from the stall and latched closed the door.
    “Aye, I’m still of a mind to assist ye,” he said as he ambled over to her and halted. “In fact, I’ve a plan to begin so three days hence, if ye’re interested.”
    Gazing up at him, his sun-streaked blond hair and blue eyes a most pleasing contrast to his tanned face, Regan felt her stomach plummet to her toes. Och, but he was so tall and powerful and so very appealing! If only she was some noblewoman and worthy of his consideration . . .
    “Of course I’m interested,” she replied instead, squeezing the words past a suddenly tight throat. “I’ve imposed on yer hospitality overlong as it is.”
    “Then what say ye to imposing on someone else’s hospitality for a time? A new setting and new people might do wonders for yer memory.”
    Though he likely hadn’t meant to sound that way, Regan couldn’t help the twinge of pain at what seemed Iain’s sudden eagerness to send her away. To balk at his proposal now, though, would appear as if she were unappreciative of all he had already done for her.
    “I’d gladly accept whatever ye had in mind, m’lord.”
    “Then it’s done, and ye’ll accompany my mither and me to visit my cousin, the Campbell clan chief, and his wife.”
    She stared up at his smiling countenance, struck dumb by what he had just said. He was taking her to stay now with the Campbell clan chief?
    “I . . . I don’t understand,” Regan finally managed to stammer. “Yer cousin lives at Kilchurn Castle on Loch Awe, does he not?”
    “Aye, that he does.”
    “But that’s so far afield from any lands I may have come from. So far, indeed, as to be impossible. Why, it’s at least a good two days’ ride from here, it is.”
    “More like three, if one’s in a party and traveling at a more sedate pace. Which we’ll be doing. My plan’s not just to pay my cousin a long-overdue visit but also to traverse a path ye may well have taken in coming here. Since it seems that ye’re not from the clans north and east of us, mayhap ye’re instead a Mac Nab or even a Breadalbane Campbell.”
    He arched a brow in inquiry. “It is what we’d talked about, riding out to view other areas in the hope it’d jog yer memory, is it not?”
    The relief that flooded her almost made her dizzy. So, he wasn’t intent on ridding himself of her. He was just trying to help her as he had promised.
    “Aye, it