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sweetheart?”
    “Sore and
tired… very confused… my muscles hurt like I worked hard in the fields.” She
was a bit dazed her confusion growing as each minute ticked by. Had it all been
a weird dream? If so then how did she end up in one of Ian’s guest bedrooms?
Had she drank too much and embarrassingly passed out at the party?
    “Do you
remember what happened at all?” Someone asked from the corner. She didn’t
recognize the voice at first until Malcolm stepped out of the shadows. The look
of sadness and genuine concern coming from a man who had only ever looked at
her possessively shocked her to her very core.
    She shook her
head confused by his question. “The last thing I remember clearly is standing
outside the barn before a fog or a mist of some kind rolled in. I must have
drunk way too much and passed out because I had some really weird dreams about
a man who looked like Ian speaking to me at the edge of the forest.” She
laughed nervously before moaning. She hurt so much.
    The look she
saw pass between the brothers frightened her for some reason. Ian’s eyes looked
haunted, but Malcolm pulled her attention to his face when he spoke. “Ian found
you deep in the woods huddled in a ball. He thought you had passed out too and
was just thankful to have found you before you got hyperthermia, but you became
hysterical and began crying uncontrollably. We noticed a lot of blood on your
clothes so we panicked and called our private doctor.” He looked away without
saying a word for several minutes.
    Something
obviously wasn’t right here. Had something happened that she didn’t remember?
They said she was found deep in the woods… had she hurt herself and didn’t
realize it? It wasn’t possible that Tavish was real… was it? The ache inside
her felt real enough, but surely it was all a dream. There was no way a man
from 1501 Scotland could appear out of the mist into 2012 Texas.
    Ian took her
hand gently. “Sweetheart… the doctor found the source of blood after doing a
full examine. He… he said there was extreme tearing of your vaginal entrance
along with semen. He determined you were probably a virgin.” He stopped
speaking for a moment whatever he was getting at was obviously uncomfortable
for him.
    Malcolm
uncharacteristically took pity on his brother deciding to bail him out by
picking up the conversation where he left off. “Were you Tash?” It still
surprised her to hear the gentleness in his voice. Malcolm was always abrasive
and possessive in nature. She didn’t want to speak the words out loud so
settled for a short nod in the affirmative.
    “He left a
morning after pill for you to take. It’s on the bedside table with a glass of
water. He gave you a shot to keep you calm and help with the pain. There was a
lot of bruising on your inner thighs and… and your butt.”
    Her mind was
whirling with a thousand questions and a million possibilities. Last night
really happened, but how can that be possible? It took her a moment to realize
what they were saying… the morning after pill? Oh god… she hadn’t used
protection at all. Why would she forget that? Well she couldn’t blame him….
it’s not like contraception was widely used in the 1500’s. No the reality is
that from the moment he had held her in his arms she had wanted to stay there
forever. Her hand shook and tears blurred her vision as she brought her hand
over her abdomen. Could she take the pill and possibly give up her only link to
Tavish?
    Tears fell
unchecked down her cheeks as she vehemently shook her head. “I… I can’t take
that. I won’t be a murderer…” The lie slipped easily from her lips. She had
always taken a strong stand against abortion…. never judging those who made
that choice… but being strongly against it for herself. Deep in her heart she knew
that wasn’t the real reason why though. At that moment she admitted to herself
that if it had been anyone else she might have considered using the