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a week.”
    Catie didn’t want Mellie to get in trouble because of her, so agreed to get new clothes the next day. The room she was given was cozy and warm, with the most comfortable bed she’d ever slept on. That, combined with making two lovely new friends, and she fell asleep with a smile on her face.

    ***

    Modern life was brilliant. Everyone was friendly, especially when they found out who she was. Apparently Lachlan was quite beloved and popular, which didn’t make any sense at all. He was respected and feared in their own little part of the Highlands. It was Quinn who was beloved and popular.
    She had a whole new wardrobe of jeans and t-shirts and one long dress they found in the second hand shop. Catie was growing more comfortable in the jeans, but flatly refused to wear short skirts, and the long, blue dress was a comfort to her after the bustle of  a twenty-first century day, no matter how much fun she had.
    And she was having fun. Mellie got her a phone, and showed her how to use it, entering in her own number and the number of the castle. When Shane saw it the next day, he asked for her number and immediately called her. She stared down at her buzzing phone, not sure if she should answer it while he stood right in front of her. Fortunately, he ended the call and reached for her phone, tapped at it and handed it back.
    “There, now. I’m going to hound ye mercilessly.”
    She looked at her contacts and saw that he added himself as Future Husband. Her face flamed as she recalled Mellie telling her Shane was a ruthless flirt and had already broken some of the village girls’ hearts. She hadn’t come to this time for romance, she’d had quite enough of that in her own, and she quickly got her blush under control. She put the phone in her pocket as if his little trick had no effect on her whatsoever.
    Still, she had one of the best afternoons of her life as he showed her all around the grounds. They walked a fair bit, then he drove her up and down the hills in one of the tiny open cars that were kept for trips to the outer reaches of the property.
    She got to hold the adorable baby goats, which were being raised for their fine wool, and fed the ducks at the lake. Being back in the open air, surrounded by fields and hills and livestock, made her see the toll London had taken on her without her even realizing it. As much as she loved all the finery of city life, the jewels and gowns and carriages, she was meant to be on a farm. It was where she felt she could be herself.
    Shane was flirtatious, and even went so far as to grab her hand once or twice, but she thought that might be more the way things were in this time than impropriety. If he noticed her pursed lips or furrowed brow, he always stopped his raucous jokes. She felt a kinship with him as well, because his parents wanted him to go to college for computer programming, but he really wanted to keep working with the animals, maybe raise his own one day.
    When his work day ended, he called for her at the castle, and despite Mellie’s dark looks, she accepted his invitation to dinner at his house. She asked if she should change her clothes, looking down at her jeans and pale lavender t-shirt. While she liked the freedom of movement the clothes offered, they were a bit dull. Foolishly, she wondered what Shane would think of her in one of her ball gowns.
    “Ye’re fine as ye are,” he said. “I must beg your forgiveness for smelling of goat.”
    She caught a whiff of him when he opened the car door for her, and smiled to herself. He smelled like grass and wool, two of her favorite scents, with just a hint of the good soapy fragrance left over.
    She had a moment of alarm when no one was at home when they arrived. He showed her into a sitting room and waved his hand. “Watch some telly or play on the computer if ye like. I’ll just take a quick shower, then make ye something to eat.”
    “Your mother or father willna be home?” she asked.
    “They’re