The Highlander’s thick brogue thundered. “Colin! Where are ye? Answer me, lad.” Damn. Keara needed to concentrate. Her heart pounded within her chest. Okay, this isn’t a dream. The vein in her neck began to throb. This was reality. She took a deep breath. Calm down and take one step at a time. Barefoot and shivering, she stood and rubbed her hands vigorously up and down both arms. Tiny goosebumps peppered across her skin, spattering over her entire body. Frantic, she scanned the area for her clothes. She remembered her cell phone was tucked inside the front pocket of her capris, in case she needed to call 911. Out of the corner of her eye, she spied Samson’s tail swishing back and forth. He was crouching next to a gigantic sword resting against a saddle bag. Another bellow from the Scotsman made her jump. She clutched a pair of long baggy pants lying next to the sack and pulled them up around her waist.
