and cursed as he left before he was tempted to strangle the idiocy out of her. Why couldn’t his parents have had sons? Brothers, right at this moment, seemed like a blissful thought indeed.
Chapter 1
Present Day, Scotland
Abigail Cross walked from her hotel and breathed deep the fresh, somewhat chilly Highland air. The sun was shining, finally, which was a nice change from the past week where drizzle and endless fog had shrouded Druiminn, the small Scottish town where she was staying. It had seemed a lot larger on the travel brochure.
She pulled her coat up around her neck, her choice of jeans and a woolen sweater had been a sensible decision. Probably her best yet, since this vacation had been anything but fun. Never again would she jump on a plane and fly halfway across the world. Salem, Oregon, and the plain boring life she led there, suddenly seemed fun-filled and exciting.
Not to mention a little less wet…and that was saying something, since Salem was anything but dry.
Abby shook away the thought that her vacation was a waste of time. She was in Scotland, for heaven’s sake. The place of myths and legends. Where the filming of fabulous historical movies were shot, sporting men in kilts…and little else. Her own ancestors hailed from this part of the world. Not that she knew of any still living in Scotland, after her great, great—so many greats she no longer knew—grandfather had emigrated to America.
The weather, the expense—one she really couldn’t afford, that would take years to pay off, no longer signified, for today she was determined to enjoy the magnificence of the Highlands. Not let the darkening clouds to the south scare her back inside the hotel she’d come to know intimately. Castle Druiminn was her destination. A step back in time, a castle and home to the MacLeod Clan, where treachery, missionaries, and mayhem should’ve been the family’s motto.
She walked up the main street of the town and entered the bakery. The air in the warm store was filled with the aroma of cooking bread and spices. She bought some chocolate frosted croissants before continuing on her way to the castle.
It was a bit of a walk, and Abby took her time enjoying the view of heather, and rolling hills, and craggy rock faces, as she continued toward the castle. On the opposite side of the road, the beautiful Isle of Skye glistened in the sun. The sense of belonging to this land coursed through her. Scotland was in her blood, her ancestors had survived living in the lowlands for years, had raised children, fought the English, disease, and a harsh environment she couldn’t even begin to imagine.
It was a humbling thought and for once, the tinge of red that streaked through her dark hair didn’t annoy her, but filled her with pride.
Scotland was magnificent.
She gazed down on the information map she’d acquired the week before, noting that the castle was only a five minute walk through woodlands and ocean view lanes. She was relatively sheltered from the elements up to the point where she walked over a rise and the sea breeze buffeted her. She blinked rapidly as her eyes watered from the icy gale.
She really should’ve bought the more expensive jacket, instead of scrimping, but her poor credit card really couldn’t take too many more beatings.
The path followed the line of the beach, and she came to a sign that stated the Square Walled Garden was up a little lane, but a small, quaint cottage caught her attention. The building was made of stone, a similar color to that of the buildings in town, but looked like a one-room structure with a chimney. Grass grew on the roof, making the house blend into the environment like some modern “green” home. A small garden grew in front with a whitewashed picket fence surrounding it.
For its age, it seemed relatively sturdy and in reasonable condition. She stood staring at it and wondered at its history. Who’d lived here? Who had built it and why? Was it haunted?
She chuckled and said hello to other tourists heading toward the castle which was her next stop.
Walking up to the door, she read the sign that explained the cottage’s past. It was part of the Druiminn Castle estate and believed to be the Apothecary’s or healer’s building. She peeked around the door and was met by darkness and the smell of dampness.
“Hello? Anybody here?” Abby stood at the threshold for a moment, but hearing no