Two Scottish men, if their accents were any indication. Lifting her hand, she rubbed her forehead with a frown and opened her eyes. She was in her cabin. Well…her cabin for the next three weeks, anyway. How did I get here? Turning her head, she watched the nice blaze burning merrily in the fireplace. Why could she never get it to burn that good? Did two toothless, Scotttish mountain men rescue her? She could only imagine what they looked like—two hairy redheads with no teeth and potbellies. Smiling, she rolled over, put her feet on the floor, and sat up. “She’s awake, Angus.” Yep. She smiled and shook her head. With a name like Angus he had to be about sixty and pot-bellied. “Aye, she is.” The two men moved around each end of the sofa and into view. Kaitlin’s mouth fell open. These two men were, most definitely, not old, nor were they pot-bellied. She had the urge to turn around to see if there was an older gentleman behind her—the one they called Angus—but something told her that Angus was one of the men standing in front of her.
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