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angry.
    “Maybe you can borrow someone else’s phone when we get to the church. What time were
     you supposed to meet him?”
    “At two,” she said.
    Cearnach frowned. The lady was way off on her time. “Two? You thought you were early?
     It’s around four.” The time Cearnach was supposed to be at the church.
    Her jaw dropped. “No,” she said with disbelief.
    “Aye. The time-zone difference has probably knocked your natural internal wolf clock
     off balance.”
    She groaned and combed her fingers through her wind-tossed hair, which made her look
     all the more appealing as the bodice of her dress stretched over her breasts and her
     skirt drew up a bit.
    She dropped her hands back to her lap and shook her head.
    “Did he try to contact you when you didn’t arrive in time?”
    She stared at her dead phone resting in her lap. “Maybe. I don’t know when the phone
     died. The last call I managed was at the airport in Miami, and I never looked to see
     how charged up it was at that point.”
    “I’m sure he figures you’re late because of your flight schedule and driving time
     here.” But Cearnach wasn’t letting her leave him until he knew for sure she’d met
     her party and everything was on the up and up. Besides, there was the little matter
     of where he’d met her before—and the fact she didn’t want to admit it.
    Wolves were curious by nature, and he wouldn’t let her go before he knew the truth.

Chapter 2
    Neither Cearnach nor Elaine said another word on the remainder of the trip to the
     wedding, but when they arrived at the church, he parked and hurried around to get
     her door, afraid she might think she was dropping him off and leaving. “We’re here.”
    “Super, now you can give me my keys back.” She reached out her hand and gave him a
     small smile.
    “Nay. You’re coming to the wedding, and then you’ll take me back to my car so I can
     get a couple of tires replaced.”
    When she didn’t move, he clasped her arm and pulled her out, then slammed the door
     and hauled her toward the medieval church through the car park that was filled to
     capacity. “We’re late. Don’t make us any later.”
    “ You’re late! I’m just forcibly detained. Why do I have to stay for the wedding? You could
     get a ride with someone else after the ceremony.”
    He knew that wasn’t a possibility. “If I couldn’t?” No one here would stick his or
     her neck out to take Cearnach anywhere, not even to loan him or the person aiding
     him a phone, knowing that would stoke the McKinley clan’s ire. “I’d be stuck here.
     Besides, you’ve already missed your appointment. So enjoy a wee bit of Highland romance.”
    Which he wasn’t feeling in the least, not with Calla marrying the wrong wolf. He liked
     her family and they seemed to like him, but he was sure they wouldn’t care for him
     being here and upsetting things between Calla and her groom.
    Elaine quickly studied the building and appeared to be fascinated by the design. She
     looked like she was a tourist. Maybe she had never been to Scotland before. He could
     just imagine her pulling out a camera and taking pictures. Yet, he’d bet that she
     had been. That he’d met her somewhere, and she didn’t want him to recall the incident.
    Before she reached into her bag for a camera, he escorted her up the stone steps and
     into the church.
    The front pews were packed with family and friends, most of the males wearing traditional
     Highland dress. The tartans of different clans were on display, but predominant were
     the red of the Stewarts and the blue, green, and red of the McKinleys. The MacNeill
     plaid Cearnach wore was also a blue and green, but with yellow instead of red in the
     sett.
    The bride wore a gown of white and the bridesmaids were in lavender—to match the purple
     flowers decorating the church, Cearnach thought. Calla looked devastatingly beautiful,
     her long red-blond hair swept up in a bun, ringlets of curls