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shoulders, like he was used
to heavy lifting.
    "How old are
you?" I asked.
    "Ye don't care
about my name? Or where ye are?" he asked, turning back to face me, his
lips quirking in amusement.
    Suddenly it hit me.
This man was somehow related to Mac. I could hear it in his voice. Maybe it was
Mac's son.  In a way I hoped it wasn't, because I knew his son wasn't a nice
person. I knew, too, that it probably wasn't Mac's son, because he wasn't
related by birth to him, and this man had to be related to Mac
biologically.
    "Mac?" I
asked. What I meant to say, was, "Are you related to Mac?" but only
one word came out.
    The man's beautiful
eyes widened and he stared at me for a moment. "Do I know ye?" he
asked in that glorious, sexy brogue of his, though he still hadn't said that he
was or wasn't Mac. Or even if he was related to him.
    "I don't think
so," I said, still staring at the light stubble of whiskers across the
lower half of his face. I reached up and placed my hand on his cheek for a
reason I couldn't fathom, except to say it felt natural.
    He didn't pull away
from me. Instead, he put his hand over mine. It felt reassuring, comforting,
and sexy all at the same time.
    "Ye hit yer
head," he said.
    "No I didn't,"
I said. "Well, maybe I did, but I'm not delirious or anything." I
couldn't take my eyes off his face.  He was my dream man in the flesh. And
speaking of flesh, I wanted to touch more of him.
    He slowly moved my
hand down primly at my side, though his glance never wavered from mine.
    "What's yer
name, lass?"
    "Penny."
    "Lovely."
    Me or my name? I
guess it didn't matter. I tried to sit up. My backpack was still slung over my
shoulder, which accounted for the pain in my side.
    The man quickly
helped me slip it off.
    "Broken bones,
ye think?" he asked.
    I moved my arms and
legs. Stiff, but nothing worse. I guessed I'd know for sure when I tried to
stand.
    As if reading my
mind, Mr. Sexy held out a hand. I gave him my right and he clasped it in his
strong warm one. Then he bent over and used his other hand to cradle my back as
he helped me to my feet.
    Instantly I felt
woozy. "Oh!" I said as I teetered.
    He quickly brought
me against his chest and I felt my heartbeat speed up. My head was nestled
against his neck and the side of his whisker-roughened face. We were close to
the same height so we fit together nicely.
    "Sorry,"
I said, though I most definitely was not. I forced myself to step away from him
so I could regain my composure. The second I did, I felt like I'd been slapped
with an Arctic breeze.
    "Ye're chilled,"
he said.
    I shook my head, my
gaze seeking his. God, he was nice to look at. And even if he wasn't, his
glorious voice would have made up for it.
    "Come inside
and warm yerself."
    He took my hand
again and scooped up my backpack in his other hand and led me to the large
house stone. This didn't look like the Native American trail at all. This
looked lush and fertile. A lot like Ireland. Not a bit like South Dakota.
    Something wasn't right
-- bordering on very wrong. I knew it from the second I found myself here, but
now a strange sense of déjà vu began to grip me.
    "Where are we?"
I asked.
    "My
farm," he said.
    " Where is
your farm?"
    "Outside of
Conwy. Where'd ye think ye were?"
    "Conwy, Wales?"
I asked.
    He frowned, his
brow coming together a bit, but if anything it only made him more attractive.
He was probably thinking that I'd bonked my head on something. Or wasn't right
in the head to start off with.
    "Aye." He
looked at me again. "Where'd ye think ye were?" he repeated.
    Man oh man, he was
hunky. And what made him even sexier was the fact that he  seemed completely
unaware of his charm. And then there were those full lips and broad shoulders
and...
    "Lass?"
he prompted.
    Gawking at the
perfection of his face and body wasn't going to solve the mystery, so I took
another sneaky look around. The nearest place that could even pass for this
type of setting was a good 500 miles away from Sioux