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this argument, then slammed her door. He
     stalked around to the driver’s side and got in. Despite knowing she was in the wrong—although
     she was not a local and obviously hadn’t known the rules of the road—he did feel a
     twinge of regret that she would miss her appointment. Or… date, maybe. She looked
     as though she intended to meet someone special. Another wolf? Or just a human? Then
     again, if so, she probably would have called it a date, not an appointment.
    He glanced at her as he started the engine. “Where were you going?”
    “Senton Castle.”
    He pulled onto the road and continued to the church, driving even faster than before.
     “It’s in ruins.”
    “I know that,” she said icily.
    “It’s located about a quarter of a mile from here in the opposite direction from the
     way you were traveling. You must have missed the road that would take you there.”
     Or she wasn’t really going there and hadn’t wanted him to know where she was truly
     meeting up with the bloke.
    She frowned and looked back over her shoulder as if she could see the road leading
     to the castle that way. “Great,” she muttered under her breath. Then she folded her
     arms and glanced down at his kilt. “Is it a Highland wedding?”
    “Good guess. We’re in the Highlands and I’m going to a wedding. Aye, it’s a Highland
     wedding.”
    She took a deep, exasperated breath. “I meant is everyone wearing traditional Highland
     dress at the wedding, or are you the only one who will be dressed like that?” She
     motioned to his kilt, sounding as though she thought he was being foolish even though
     she had appeared to like the way he looked when she had given him the once-over.
    “Is there something wrong with what I’m wearing?”
    This time she smiled. “It’s kind of cute, really.”
    “Cute?” He grunted. Sexy as hell, turned on the lassies, definitely eye candy, warrior
     material. But… cute?
    She gave him an elusive smile, and he wondered if she was trying to get a reaction
     from him. He still wasn’t quite sure about American humor, and he thought she might
     be teasing him. He hadn’t meant to react so he had to concede she’d gotten him there.
    “So, Cearnach,” she said as she dug around in her black leather bag and pulled out
     a phone, “your name sounds like it must be Old World. Does it mean anything special?”
    “Gaelic for victorious or warrior of the woods.” He shot her a look that meant he was victorious, at least mostly.
    Elaine motioned to his sword. “As in fighting battles?”
    “As in anything I set my mind to tackle, lass.” He gave her another interested look,
     although he meant it only in response to her calling his kilt-wearing cute. She couldn’t
     have been serious about that.
    “Hmm.” She tapped a slender finger on her phone.
    He thought he heard her curse lightly under her breath. “What’s wrong?”
    “Battery’s dead.” She paused, then looked over at him. “Do you have a phone on you
     that I can borrow?”
    “Local call?”
    “Of course. I need to call the guy I was to meet and let him know I’ll be there later,
     in case he arrives early.”
    “So you still had time?” Cearnach asked.
    “I’m always early for appointments. Besides, I didn’t know how long it would take
     me to get here from Edinburgh. And I wanted to explore the castle a little.”
    “It’s in ruins.” He couldn’t help telling her again. She looked like she belonged
     in a fancy hotel pub, sipping something sweet, not tromping in killer heels around
     a broken-down castle where she would have to traverse hundreds of stairs and slippery
     uneven pavers to reach the keep.
    She let out a breath. “I know that. So can I borrow your phone?”
    He patted his sporran, realized he’d left his phone in the console in his car, and
     shook his head. “It’s in my car.”
    “Terrific.” She folded her arms and looked out the window, sounding more resigned
     than