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kidding? He loved the lass, to the depths of his bones, wherever they may be. He couldn’t tell her, not until he knew for sure he would be staying. Something deep inside his soul told him he wasn’t.
    “Beautiful night,” she whispered.
    “Aye, ’tis that.”
    “What were you thinking about?”
    He sighed. He did not want to lie. “Home, Skye. Besides you, ’tis all I think about.”
    “You’re really not happy here, are you?”
    “Nay, but when you’re near, aye. I am content. ’Tis hard to explain. I will manage, lass.” He hugged her tighter, and then lightened his voice. “What have you planned for tonight?”
    “I think we should lay off the highlander movies. You haven’t asked much about history the last two hundred years. Not interested?”
    “’Tis no’ that I’m no’ interested, just thought it wise to know as little as possible….”
    “In case you return to your time. The less you know about the future, the better.” She completed his thought perfectly.
    “Aye, I suppose.”
    Skye stepped back and took his hand, pulling him toward the door.
    “Let’s see what movies Roderick owns.”
    Cailin let himself be lead into the living room. Skye let go of his hand and strode to the shelving cupboard.
    “Oh, look. 300 . That’s before your time, it’s about the Spartans. Interested? He has Gladiator , too.”
    “ Gladiator . ’Tis fine.”
    He would try to concentrate and escape into the picture.
    Anything to forget.

 
     
    Chapter Eleven
     
     
    It was the day of the photo shoot, and Skye couldn’t be more nervous. They drove to the city in the MKS, and didn’t talk much on the way down. Her thoughts were filled of sensual images of Cailin making love to her the night before and again that morning. As she stood in the studio waiting for Cailin to appear in costume, erotic memories of him licking and sucking between her legs sent a blast of heat through her entire body. Then he made gentle, soul-stirring love to her as they lay on their sides. She shook the recollections from her mind.
    The doctor from the clinic had called that morning before they left. The CAT scan showed no abnormalities. He’d instructed Skye to make an appointment with a psychiatrist about Roderick’s highlander delusions. Skye lied through her teeth and told the doctor he no longer suffered from such fantasies. He took her at her word and they’d ended the call. One less thing to worry about.
    Skye had a job to do. Putting Cailin on a “model’s regimen” took top priority. Exploring Roderick’s cabinets turned up protein drinks, nutritional supplements, vitamins, and grape-seed extract. The man took his occupation seriously. A person might be born with a handsome face and a great body, but it took a hell of a lot of hard work to keep it in prime condition. Roderick must have exercised at a nearby gym, as he’d no equipment in his home except for a fold-up treadmill, which looked as if it’d seen better days.
    Her breath caught in her throat as Cailin strode into the room wearing nothing but a kilt and a frown.
    He leaned in and whispered, “They put powder on my face and lips and cream under my eyes! I look like one of those fops from court!”
    Skye bit back a smile. “The powder will keep your face from sweating and becoming oily. Those lights can be hot. This is the life of a model.”
    “’Tis foolish. But aye, I’ll do whatever it takes.”
    Skye squeezed his arm in encouragement. “Just do as Peter the photographer asks you to do, answer yes and no. I’ll be right here the whole time.”
    Skye stepped back and watched as Peter, who at the best times looked perennially bored, snapped into action. His directions were concise and as with everything else, Cailin caught on quickly.
    Hours passed, and Cailin remained patient and cooperative throughout, even during the long breaks of changing the lighting or angles. No demands for lattes. She smiled. Guilt overrode her slight amusement. Poor