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sitting with the laird in the great hall, the two of them snuggling in his big chair.

“Hey, Caroline.” She smiled, but I could see the concern in her eyes. “Everything all right?”

“Bear broke up with me, I met his brother, and then I went psych.” I glanced at the laird. “When people touch me, I see stuff about them. You know, visions.”

Now Gill looked worried. “’Twas naught that disturbed you, I hope?”

“Just their Choosing Tat Night.” I watched them give each other a funny look. “What?”

“Ruiseart’s on guard duty in the battlements,” the laird told me. “Go to him just before sunrise, and you’ll ken why you had your vision.”

I felt tired and heartsick, but the way he was looking at me made me think I should do exactly that. After a little nap in the guest quarters, I dragged myself out of bed to head upstairs.

Ruiseart and two other guys stood watch, but as soon as he saw me he freaked out a little, and hurried over. “My lady, you shouldnae be here.”

No way was I leaving now. “Why not? Scotland’s a free country.” I glanced past him as the first glimmer of dawn lit up the horizon. “So why can’t I be with Bear? What difference does it make that you’re double-bonded or whatever?”

As the sunlight enveloped us, Ruiseart smiled sadly. His face shimmered and altered slightly. He closed his eyes, and when he opened them he staggered back.

“I told him no’ to permit you see,” he said, sounding and looking exactly like Bear—because he was Bear now.

I recalled the merging of their glows in the vision, and the way Bear had always tried to dodge me at night during my first time-travel trip. “The druids didn’t bring your brother back, did they?”

Bear shook his head. “He left the clan and died fighting Romans in Britannia. When they awoke me, our battle spirit brought his soul back to me. We share one body.”

This was a problem? “Okay, then why can’t we be together?”

“Ruiseart fell in love with you as well, yet he agreed to surrender our body so I could be with you,” he said. “I’ve since learned ’tis impossible to separate us. I couldnae ask you to mate with two men.”

Having two gorgeous men in love with me made me smile. The other girls were going to be so jealous. “Try asking.”

Chapter 4

Fire and Ice

I’m a sports medicine physician, or I would have been if I’d stayed in the twenty-first century. I needed a CAQ to finish out my residency, so I landed a fellowship working with the Highland Angels Cheerleaders. My colleagues snickered, but I recognized hardcore athletes when I saw them. It turned out to be a great educational opportunity, too. I got more experience treating dislocations, sprains, strains, and stress fractures during my first week as their team doc than I would have in three months of clinical rotation.

When Coach Jennings told me what she and the girls intended to do, I was all in. If nothing else they would need a doctor in the fourteenth century, and I could always come back if it didn’t work out. Then our plane crashed on the way here. I was stuck in medieval Scotland for the duration, and seven hundred years of reincarnations before I could get my old life back.

Then there was my druid problem.

“Hey, Doc,” Deb called to me. “K-pop is here to see you.”

I didn’t look up from the mound of wild garlic I was inspecting. “Tell him I’m busy, and stop calling him that.”

“You know he’s not going to leave until you come and do your thang, do your thang with him now.” She sang the last part of that, struck a flashy pose, and then sauntered out of the kitchens.

“You shouldnae keep Master Gowan waiting,” Gavenia, the clan’s cook, told me. “I’ll see to the meal. Go on with ye, lass.”

I washed my hands before I walked out to the great hall, where Laird McGillean and Coach Jennings were talking with Kendric Gowan. The guy looked barely eighteen, but the laird said he’d been reincarnated from one of the first druids, which was why they’d made him a master, and headman of the island’s druid settlement.

Kendric wanted to train me; I wanted to avoid getting anywhere near him.

He was beautiful, though. With his tall, lean body, pale skin, full lips and satiny black boy-cut he could have been a Korean pop star. The moment I stepped into the hall he glanced