A Time Apart: Time Travel Historical Highlander Romance Read Online Free Page B
Author: Lolita London
unlike the one she herself was wearing.
“You can wear this,” she said as she put it on the bed. “It’s dry and will keep you warm.”
“Where am I?” Jenny asked.
Aggie’s wrinkled features creased even more as the suspicious expression returned to her face.
“At Lochbrae Castle,” she replied.
“What…” Jenny tried to go on, but she was interrupted.
“I’m not the person to answer your questions,” Aggie said. “You should bathe before the water gets cold.”
Jenny let out a sigh and nodded her head. The man she really needed to speak to for answers was nowhere to be seen and a warm bath seemed like a good idea to take away the chill in her bones. She got to her feet to walk back through the opening and stood by the bathtub. There was no way of getting any privacy and she waited until she heard the sound of the bedroom door closing before stripping off and testing the water in the tub. It was a bit too hot, so she picked up a nearby bucket that was filled with cold water. She added some then tested the temperature again before stepping over the side and sitting down.
Her body eventually stopped trembling as she enjoyed the warmth of the water, but the prospect of someone returning to the room made her bathe quickly. There was no towel to use when she got out of the tub, so she dried herself as best she could with her damp blouse then quickly went through to the bedroom to get the tartan dress. It was a size too big for her, but she felt better once she was clothed. She sat on the bed and the chill of the night crept up on her again after a few minutes, so she got under the covers.
Her mind went over the events of the last few hours, but there was no making any sense of them. She started the evening having some fun with her friend at a local fair and ended it…
That was the part she couldn’t explain and it went round and round in her mind. Coming up with a reasonable explanation proved impossible and she tried to clear her head of thoughts. The comfort of being tucked up in bed went some way to relaxing her and her eyelids began to droop. In minutes she was breathing deeply as the tiredness of a long day overwhelmed her and sent her to sleep.
Chapter Three
It was the early light of dawn that brought Jenny out of a deep sleep and a frown creased her brow as she blinked her eyes and looked around. She rubbed a hand across her forehead as the unfamiliar sights confused her and for a few seconds she wondered what was wrong with the bedroom in her apartment. It was only when the fog of drowsiness faded from her head that some of what happened the previous evening began to come back to her.
“This is real,” she muttered as she stared at the bare stone walls of the room. “I’m lying in the bedroom of a Scottish castle.”
She tried to go over in her mind what actually took place at the fair the previous evening and could make sense of it up until she slipped on a rock by the lake. The words of the fortune teller reared up in her mind again and she wasn’t so quick to dismiss them this time. When she stood outside the tent after the eerie encounter, she scoffed at the warning that water was a danger.
“Should’ve kept that coin,” she let out quietly, but didn’t believe what she was saying even as the words came out.
She moved across the mattress to the edge of the bed and swung her legs to the floor. The touch of them on a stone floor was cold and she shivered for a second or two when she got to her feet. Picking up one of the covers, she wrapped it around her shoulders and walked across to the small open window. She closed her eyes to think about the view out the bedroom window of her apartment and memories of the buildings and busy street flooded her mind. The wish came in her mind that they were there when she opened her eyes.
She was quick to see they weren’t when she looked out of the window. The morning
“You can wear this,” she said as she put it on the bed. “It’s dry and will keep you warm.”
“Where am I?” Jenny asked.
Aggie’s wrinkled features creased even more as the suspicious expression returned to her face.
“At Lochbrae Castle,” she replied.
“What…” Jenny tried to go on, but she was interrupted.
“I’m not the person to answer your questions,” Aggie said. “You should bathe before the water gets cold.”
Jenny let out a sigh and nodded her head. The man she really needed to speak to for answers was nowhere to be seen and a warm bath seemed like a good idea to take away the chill in her bones. She got to her feet to walk back through the opening and stood by the bathtub. There was no way of getting any privacy and she waited until she heard the sound of the bedroom door closing before stripping off and testing the water in the tub. It was a bit too hot, so she picked up a nearby bucket that was filled with cold water. She added some then tested the temperature again before stepping over the side and sitting down.
Her body eventually stopped trembling as she enjoyed the warmth of the water, but the prospect of someone returning to the room made her bathe quickly. There was no towel to use when she got out of the tub, so she dried herself as best she could with her damp blouse then quickly went through to the bedroom to get the tartan dress. It was a size too big for her, but she felt better once she was clothed. She sat on the bed and the chill of the night crept up on her again after a few minutes, so she got under the covers.
Her mind went over the events of the last few hours, but there was no making any sense of them. She started the evening having some fun with her friend at a local fair and ended it…
That was the part she couldn’t explain and it went round and round in her mind. Coming up with a reasonable explanation proved impossible and she tried to clear her head of thoughts. The comfort of being tucked up in bed went some way to relaxing her and her eyelids began to droop. In minutes she was breathing deeply as the tiredness of a long day overwhelmed her and sent her to sleep.
Chapter Three
It was the early light of dawn that brought Jenny out of a deep sleep and a frown creased her brow as she blinked her eyes and looked around. She rubbed a hand across her forehead as the unfamiliar sights confused her and for a few seconds she wondered what was wrong with the bedroom in her apartment. It was only when the fog of drowsiness faded from her head that some of what happened the previous evening began to come back to her.
“This is real,” she muttered as she stared at the bare stone walls of the room. “I’m lying in the bedroom of a Scottish castle.”
She tried to go over in her mind what actually took place at the fair the previous evening and could make sense of it up until she slipped on a rock by the lake. The words of the fortune teller reared up in her mind again and she wasn’t so quick to dismiss them this time. When she stood outside the tent after the eerie encounter, she scoffed at the warning that water was a danger.
“Should’ve kept that coin,” she let out quietly, but didn’t believe what she was saying even as the words came out.
She moved across the mattress to the edge of the bed and swung her legs to the floor. The touch of them on a stone floor was cold and she shivered for a second or two when she got to her feet. Picking up one of the covers, she wrapped it around her shoulders and walked across to the small open window. She closed her eyes to think about the view out the bedroom window of her apartment and memories of the buildings and busy street flooded her mind. The wish came in her mind that they were there when she opened her eyes.
She was quick to see they weren’t when she looked out of the window. The morning
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