Match Made in the Highlands
Matchmaker Cafe Series, Book 1
In the Scottish Highlands, and with the last lines of the movie Brigadoon fresh in her mind, Irene Redmond signs up for a tour, hoping to uncover secrets hinted at in her mother’s diary. Instead, Irene is transported back in time to the thirteenth century, along with the rest of the tour group.
Logan Mackinnon, confirmed bachelor, has put his life on hold to help his father care for his mother and honor her dying wish to tour Stirling Castle. Sparks fly when Logan and Irene meet, but their budding romance is tested when they learn the conditions needed for their return to the twenty-first century. Like Brigadoon, the castle is enchanted, and only a marriage between two people who truly love each other will break the spell— and vows must be said before midnight.
Irene expected to unravel family secrets; instead she meets a fellow tour guest whose kisses awaken long-ago dreams of happily-ever-after. But are their feelings strong enough to break the castle's enchantment?
The first step caught her off guard. Irene wobbled back and forth, feeling disoriented. She thrust her arms out like a tightrope walker. The maneuver worked. She regained her balance and brought her breathing under control. Now all she’d have to worry about was tripping over the hem of her gown.
She gulped in air. Somewhere in her memory banks she remembered that stairs in medieval times were made uneven to slow down an enemy’s advance if they breached the walls. The whole notion had seemed glamorous until now, when she’d almost broken her neck.
She refocused on navigating down the stairs. They should have installed handrails or running lights. Then she reminded herself that this tour company wouldn’t be so foolish as to create a dangerous situation. If there was an accident, a law firm, like the one she worked for, would sue them out of existence.
Irene reached out for a wall to help guide her. The sudden movement caused her legs to get tangled in the fabric of her long gown. She twisted around, but that only made it worse. Her veil wound around her face. She screamed in frustration as she tried to peel it loose and lost her balance again.
Her feet landed on the lip of the next step with a jolt. She slipped and pitched forward into the darkness. Flapping her arms like a crazed baby bird learning how to fly, her eyes squeezed shut. She was going to break every bone in her body.
Strong arms wrapped around her. “Don’t worry,” Logan said. “I’ve got you.”
She clung to his neck as he gathered her closer. She could feel his heart beat against her chest, or was that hers? Random thoughts popped in and out. How had he reached her so fast? Did he think she was clumsy? Too heavy?
Pathetic. He’d saved her, and all she could think about was her weight. Still…
She squirmed in his arms. “Thank you, but you can put me down.”
“And blow my one chance to rescue a beautiful damsel in distress? Not a chance. Besides, we’re almost there.”
Although the bagpipes were louder and she could hear the haunting notes of a flute, the mist was as dense as ever. “How can you tell?” she said.
She felt a rumble of laughter rise in his chest. “It’s a guess. I haven’t a clue.”