Free Timeless Mist by Terisa Wilcox

corsets, and stock ing s made of the finest
silk. She shook her head in disbelief. Well, if this was seventeenth century Scotland, and she really was in MacGregor castle,
Iain MacGregor was not near ly as poor as the history
books made him out to be.
    Kris straightened from her
inspection and closed the heavy doors. Where the heck were her clothes? She could n't wear the gowns in the
closet, the ones that hadn't been there yesterday,
no matter how much she wished she could.
    With a determined shove she moved
away from the wardrobe. Hands on her hips, she stood in the center of the room
and turned, lett ing her eyes take in e very detail. Com ing full
circle, her eyes fell on the wardrobe once again.
    With sudden clarity of thought,
it struck her. Duh! That 's
the wall where the closet door had been yesterday. Perhaps the wardrobe had been placed right in front of the door to hide the other closet from view. Made
perfect sense to her.
    She hurried back across the room
and eager ly ran her
hands along the sides, inspect ing e very crevice were the wardrobe met the
wall. She placed her hands on either side and pushed with e very muscle she had , grunt ing a bit from the effort.
    It would n't give an inch. Somehow, this th ing had to move. When she uncovered the closet
behind it, she would have proof of a scheme. She could n't wait to see the look on Mr. MacGregor's face when she informed him his little
play was over. The jig
would definite ly be
up.
    A small smile tugged at the
corner of her lips at the thought. She turned and planted her behind against
it, digg ing her toes
into the floor. Would n't move. She braced herself again, putt ing all her weight against the heavy piece, push ing and pull ing at the
enormous wardrobe to no avail. Dang th ing would n't budge.
    "What are ye try ing to do now, lass?"
    Kris jumped and let out a squeak
at the sound of Iain's voice right beside her.
    "I thought you left." Her
heart pounded wild ly ,
and her breath ing was labored as if she'd just
run the Boston marathon. She raised her eyes to find him watch ing her intent ly . With a glance at her
hands and back to Iain, heat crept into her cheeks. She dropped her hands and
met his gaze. She could swear she detected a faint glimmer of humor in the
depths of his blue eyes.
    "Aye, I did."
    "But you're back. Why?"
    "I came to inform ye that Elsbeth will be up soon
to help ye find more appropriate cloth ing ."
    "Oh, well, thank you."
    "Now, I ask ye again, what
are ye do ing ?"
    "I should think it was obvious. I'm try ing to move this th ing , on ly it's not cooperat ing ."
    "Why?" an arched brow
indicated his humor at the situation.
    "Why what?"
    "Why are ye try ing to move it?"
    "Maybe because I want to see
what's behind it. Is n't that usual ly why a person moves someth ing ?" Her tone dripped
with sarcasm. It seemed to be becom ing a habit around this guy.
    Hands on her hips, she pulled
herself up to her full five feet, three inches. "Look, enough is enough. I
want to know what's go ing on around here right now. I've had enough of this charade, and I do n't like be ing the brunt of a
joke." With a lift of her chin, she bold ly met his gaze. "I want to speak to Mr. MacGregor this minute." She
stamped her foot to emp has ize
her point, putt ing as
much authority in her voice as she could.
    "I am the MacGregor." Iain
gave her a perplexed look, "what is it ye wished to speak to me
about?"
    "I have no idea what kind of game you're play ing here," Kris moved
to stand in front of him, a low growl escap ing her, "or who put you up to it, though I've a pretty good idea. I do n't know what kind of joke Mr. MacGregor thinks
he's pull ing , but I do n't like it. I do n't like surprises and I
do n't have time for sil ly games." She glared
at him, irked when he offered no response, his manner cool, aloof.
    Obvious ly , the direct approach would n't work. The man continued
to stare at her as if she were nuts. She tried a different tact. She took a deep