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Authors: Cassidy Cayman
ye knead bread later, or whatever ye do in the kitchen,” he said. He held out his hand, palm forward. “Team time travel,” he said gustily, and she shook her head, backing away.
“You are the biggest nerd,” she said.
“Aw, dinna leave me hanging.” He took a step closer to her.
She twisted the box onto her hip and slapped her palm against his. He captured her fingers and laced them together with his, thrusting their linked hands into the air. His green eyes fairly sparkled and she relented.
“Okay, I give up,” she laughed. “Team time travel.”
“Next time, say it like ye mean it,” he said, dropping her hand and giving her a little shove out the door.
Chapter 4
Piper tossed her phone onto the bedside table and melted into her pile of pillows with a gusty sigh. “At last, we’ve finally settled on a bridesmaid dress. We only need Mel to pick a color.” She turned to Lachlan, who’d just entered the bedroom, and frowned to see his lack of enthusiasm. Feeling contrary, she showed him a page on her tablet that had approximately thirty different photos of bouquets. “Which one of these do you like best?” she asked in a sickly sweet voice she barely recognized.
He narrowed his eyes at her, but dutifully sat beside her on the bed and pretended to pore over the pictures. “Are ye trying to kill me?” he asked, softening his words with a kiss on her cheek.
His big warm body so close to hers helped ease some of her stress and she rested her head on his shoulder, pointing to her favorite. “I like this one, if it was our wedding,” she said. “Would you be more interested if it was ours?”
“Ye do know that ye could carry a bundle of turnips and I wouldna care in the least. That doesna mean I dinna want to marry ye.”
His grumpy tone made her laugh and she tugged the computer out of his hands, tossing it the way of the phone and wrapped her arm around him. “I wonder if Catie is going through this trauma planning a wedding of her own?”
They’d been scouring the historical documents, but so far hadn’t found anything that told who, if anyone, Catie had ended up marrying, only that things on the Ferguson farm seemed normal, so they were fairly certain they’d made it back to the proper time.
“I hope so,” he said. “Not the trauma part, but that she’s married. For Quinn’s sake, so he can stop worrying about her.”
“Pfft, as if he’d stop worrying about her just because she was married. You worry plenty and it is all literally history at this point.”
He nodded. “Family is such a burden.”
He grinned down at her to show he was kidding and she squeezed him, pressing her face into his chest. A pleasant langor spread throughout her limbs as he stroked her arm with his fingertips, and she wheedled her hand under his shirt to feel the smooth skin of his hard stomach.
“I’m happy just like this,” she said, getting closer.
He put his hand on hers to stop her roaming further up his chest. “My love,” he said seriously. “I want to marry ye more than ye can know. I think it isna as important to ye as ye are …” He frowned, clearly not wanting to offend her.
“A heathen modern person?” She giggled and turned to face him. “Should we move to separate bedrooms?”
He grimaced as she wormed her hand out of his grasp and slid it lower. “God, no, and that isna what I was going to say. I just wish ye knew how much I want to make ye mine forever, where no man could say otherwise.”
She stopped her teasing grappling and looked into his deep blue eyes, touched that he worried about such things. As if anyone else could ever turn her head. He seemed the epitome of confidence in so many things, and yet he worried someone might try to steal her away. She saw everything she needed to see in his eyes, that was why she didn’t feel such urgency to get married. She felt bad now for all the times she’d shrugged him off, more concerned with getting Evie settled. If they
“You are the biggest nerd,” she said.
“Aw, dinna leave me hanging.” He took a step closer to her.
She twisted the box onto her hip and slapped her palm against his. He captured her fingers and laced them together with his, thrusting their linked hands into the air. His green eyes fairly sparkled and she relented.
“Okay, I give up,” she laughed. “Team time travel.”
“Next time, say it like ye mean it,” he said, dropping her hand and giving her a little shove out the door.
Chapter 4
Piper tossed her phone onto the bedside table and melted into her pile of pillows with a gusty sigh. “At last, we’ve finally settled on a bridesmaid dress. We only need Mel to pick a color.” She turned to Lachlan, who’d just entered the bedroom, and frowned to see his lack of enthusiasm. Feeling contrary, she showed him a page on her tablet that had approximately thirty different photos of bouquets. “Which one of these do you like best?” she asked in a sickly sweet voice she barely recognized.
He narrowed his eyes at her, but dutifully sat beside her on the bed and pretended to pore over the pictures. “Are ye trying to kill me?” he asked, softening his words with a kiss on her cheek.
His big warm body so close to hers helped ease some of her stress and she rested her head on his shoulder, pointing to her favorite. “I like this one, if it was our wedding,” she said. “Would you be more interested if it was ours?”
“Ye do know that ye could carry a bundle of turnips and I wouldna care in the least. That doesna mean I dinna want to marry ye.”
His grumpy tone made her laugh and she tugged the computer out of his hands, tossing it the way of the phone and wrapped her arm around him. “I wonder if Catie is going through this trauma planning a wedding of her own?”
They’d been scouring the historical documents, but so far hadn’t found anything that told who, if anyone, Catie had ended up marrying, only that things on the Ferguson farm seemed normal, so they were fairly certain they’d made it back to the proper time.
“I hope so,” he said. “Not the trauma part, but that she’s married. For Quinn’s sake, so he can stop worrying about her.”
“Pfft, as if he’d stop worrying about her just because she was married. You worry plenty and it is all literally history at this point.”
He nodded. “Family is such a burden.”
He grinned down at her to show he was kidding and she squeezed him, pressing her face into his chest. A pleasant langor spread throughout her limbs as he stroked her arm with his fingertips, and she wheedled her hand under his shirt to feel the smooth skin of his hard stomach.
“I’m happy just like this,” she said, getting closer.
He put his hand on hers to stop her roaming further up his chest. “My love,” he said seriously. “I want to marry ye more than ye can know. I think it isna as important to ye as ye are …” He frowned, clearly not wanting to offend her.
“A heathen modern person?” She giggled and turned to face him. “Should we move to separate bedrooms?”
He grimaced as she wormed her hand out of his grasp and slid it lower. “God, no, and that isna what I was going to say. I just wish ye knew how much I want to make ye mine forever, where no man could say otherwise.”
She stopped her teasing grappling and looked into his deep blue eyes, touched that he worried about such things. As if anyone else could ever turn her head. He seemed the epitome of confidence in so many things, and yet he worried someone might try to steal her away. She saw everything she needed to see in his eyes, that was why she didn’t feel such urgency to get married. She felt bad now for all the times she’d shrugged him off, more concerned with getting Evie settled. If they