Free Love Beyond Dreams (A Scottish Time Travel Romance): Book 6 (Morna's Legacy Series) by Bethany Claire Page B

so.”
    “Marion dinna have one, though she dinna have much of anything. I bathed in the fishing hole among the rocks and the caves. I canna tell ye in a way ye might understand. It feels as if I have memories hidden from two separate worlds. One in which Marion’s cave seems a fine sort of home and the fire where we cooked our daily fish was more than suitable. In the other, a warm waterfall such as this seems the only reasonable way to rid yerself of dirt. Even the way ye have things lit is no strange to me. Does it make any sense to ye, what I mean?”
    It didn’t, not really, but I tried to take a guess at what he meant.  
    “Do you mean that while your memories of people and things that have happened is gone, you still understand the way things work? All of your skills, all of your common sense has remained?”
    He nodded and shrugged, and I knew then that I’d missed the mark. Still, he remained polite and agreeable.  
    “In a way, though everything seems more at odds with each other in my mind. I only hope that when I see those who know me, the memories will come back to me. I doona believe they are gone for good for ’tis as if I can feel them lying in wait below the surface of my skin. If only I could scratch deep enough, they might rise to the top.”
    It made me ache for him, for the misery he must feel at being lost for so long. I could think of little worse than losing my memories, even the worst of them. For every single one was an integral part of who I was.  
    “I can’t imagine what that must be like for you. I’m sorry for it. I’m sorry that this has happened to you.”
    “Ach, doona feel sorry for me. I doona feel sorry for myself. We each have our trials. This is mine.”
    “I suppose so. Now,” I stepped out of the bathroom to give him some privacy. “I’ll leave you alone to get cleaned up. I’m afraid I don’t have anything for you to wear though. You’ll have to…” In mid-sentence, I noticed my dark green robe hanging on one of the hooks in the bathroom and moved to lift it up and open to gauge its size.  
    It swallowed me whole and, as I looked it over, I imagined it would fit around him well enough, though it would need to be a good foot longer to be a decent length for him. Still, it would cover his most intimate bits. And if it didn’t, I guessed I would just have to suffer the torture of catching a glimpse of his rear end.  
    “Why don’t you put this on when you get out of the shower until the clothes you have on now are dry.”
    He looked at it suspiciously, but then stepped toward me causing his shoes to squeak from the way they were soaked through. Taking a glance down at his still-wet clothes, he relented and reached his hand out for it.  
    “Verra well. Thank ye.”
    The moment I shut the door to the bathroom, I heard the shower start to run and the soft sound of his clothes dropping to the floor.  

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    “Did ye roll onto the floor, lass? Why else would ye no be in yer own bed?”
    The sound of Orick’s voice startled me, and I jumped up from my pallet on the floor so quick that my head spun as I stood. I only meant to prepare my mat for sleeping and instead fell asleep within a matter of moments.  
    “No, I didn’t roll off the bed. I left it open for you.”
    He looked ridiculously adorable in my robe and nearly did give me a peek of his jewels when he puffed his chest out in reaction to my explanation for being on the floor.
    “Do ye mean to tell me that ye intend for me to stay here with ye? In yer room? I couldna shame ye in such a way, lass. ’Twas fair different in the cave than here.”
    “Oh, come on now, Orick. I’m flattered that you’re worried about my reputation, but don’t be such a prude. You need a good night’s rest. I insist that you take the bed. I’ve got plenty of blankets right here. It’s pretty comfy actually. But you do have to stay here with me. We can’t risk you staying in any other room. Not until