Meehall_A Time Travel Romance

by Jane Stain

  Sarah finally ran out of things she felt she ought to say and dared to glance up at Gertrude.

  The older woman was smiling at her. Beaming, really. "Och, my dear. We canna have ye go off without any ceremony of yer lovely new beginning in life. We will throw a party for ye, tae give ye a proper sendoff." Gertrude started to open up her laptop again, presumably to look up when she could use one of Celtic’s grand halls and to order engraved invitations, from the delighted look on her face.

  Sarah's jaw dropped. What had gotten into her boss? She looked to Meehall for help.

  Her man came to the rescue. "We need to be on our way day after tomorrow at the latest. The travel arrangements are all made and paid for, and I am needed back at… my place of business, urgently. So you see, there is no time for a sendoff."

  Gertrude gave the two of them a matronly smile and nod, then picked up the phone and dialed, saying to them just as an aside, "O’ course. We'll have the party this verra night. Ye can leave right after it. We dinna want to keep ye any longer than ye want to stay.” She gave Sarah a particularly sweet smile. “You're going with the blessing o’ Celtic, dear."

  Sarah didn't remember much of the party afterward. Kelsey had been there, and all her friends from the office, including Nadia and Ellie. In fact, Kelsey had gone out of her way to introduce herself to Nadia and Ellie, even shaking hands with them. Maybe Eoin and Meehall were wrong about Kelsey. She had given Sarah this incredibly useful backpack, and she was being nice to Sarah’s friends. Kelsey had her doctorate from Celtic and was a druid. She didn’t have to be nice to the clerks.

  They’d all eaten cake and drank punch — and Scottish whiskey. No one had seemed at all surprised that Sarah was leaving. No one had objected one bit. It had been extremely odd, but it was done and over with, and now she was going to start her new life with Meehall.

  "Almost there," he said calmly on their way back to Stanley’s office to use the bracer. "Will you be wanting to call your mother?"

  Sarah jumped, then got out her phone and pressed her mother's contact, putting the phone to her ear and looking up at the gray stone ceiling of the university hallway, but only seeing the Highlands in her mind's eye. "Hi, Mom. Yeah, I know it's a bad time to call, that you're still at work. But hey, I need to tell you something. I'm leaving my job at Celtic University so that I can move in with Michael. We’re going up to his place in the Highlands. It’s rustic. There’s no cell reception, so it will be hard to reach me, but I promise to come visit every Christmas."

  "More often than we see each other now, Sarah. You sound happy. That's all a mother could ask. You’re 27 years old. It’s time you settled down. I'm happy for you."

  Sarah disconnected and put the phone away just as they got to Stanley’s office. The chancellor opened the door for them and gestured them over to the time travel spot without any fuss.

  Giving him a grateful nod, she hugged Meehall close and put the bracer on.

  Conveniently, it was now early morning here at the 1706 Inverness inn, and they had quite a surprise waiting for them when they went down the stairs.

  The two shopkeepers were at the inn with all the clothing Sarah, Ellie, and Nadia had ordered, insisting on being paid.

  Shrugging, Sarah got out the purse Kelsey had given her and paid them the amount agreed, for her own clothes and for Nadia and Ellie’s, too. She paid a little extra for the bags the shopkeepers had brought the clothes in.

  Once it was all tied to the saddle on Snow’s back, she and Meehall rode away. Even though the room was paid for one more night, she was anxious to get to where they would be living together out in the Highlands, and to see her new — well, hopefully someday they would be her new family. Meehall really should be with his children as much as possible. She wasn't going to impede his progress toward being back with them.

  She didn’t remember the way back to Murray camp all that well, but it seemed to her they left town a different way, and when they had ridden a good distance, she was sure they were on a different path. "Where are we going?" She finally asked Meehall.

  "I think ye wull find it a verra pleasant surprise," was all he would tell her with a secretive smile.

  Verra pleasant were the two nights they spent together under the stars on the way, and when Sarah laid eyes on their destination, surprise didn't even cover it.

  “We gae tae a castle?"

  “Aye, Huntingtower Castle.“ Meehall gave her a self-satisfied nod and grin from Smoke’s back. "We wull be stationed here tae help serve the Murray's wronged leader, Laird John Murray, in his resistance against Scotland uniting with England. Ye ken, as dae I, the resistance is doomed, but we canna tell them. The work should prove interesting, meeting any number o’ notable personages."

  Struck speechless by the sight of the castle and the news they would be spending a lot of time there, she kept having to clamp her jaw closed as she rode Snow through the gate in the wall around the castle and into the courtyard, where a stable hand took both horses for them.

  Alan, Keith, and Lyle came running out to greet them, visibly happy to see them together. Sarah cherished the small little arms hugging her and the wee little voices exulting in what they been doing for the past few days and how much they had missed their Da and how happy they were that Da was not lonely anymore.

  "Are ye gaun'ae be oor new mither?" Little Lyle asked Sarah with the most serious face she'd ever seen on a child.

  This put the sweetest smile on her face, and she hugged the little man tenderly, telling him, "Perhaps one day soon I wull. 'Tis up tae yer Da. He needs tae ask me, ye ken."

  She turned her head to give Meehall a daring look, but she was dumbfounded at what she saw.

  He was already down on one knee, face serious. "Sarah, I love ye with all my heart —after my children, o’ course. Would ye dae me the extraordinary honor and joy o’ becoming my wife and sharing everything I hae as long as we both shall live?"

  Sarah collapsed down on her knees as well, and hugged him. "Aye. Aye, that I will."

  21

  Late nights here in Celtic’s historical society’s newspaper office were a bit creepy, but Nadia would brave it for a chance at advancement. Those chances were few and far between, and they always went to someone who had distinguished themselves —by doing extra work.

  She was almost finished formatting this month’s paper when the room darkened. She heard noises, and she had the distinct impression someone was watching her.

  "Is someone there?" she asked, and then louder, "Who’s there?"

  Scared out of her mind, she stood up and put her back against a wall with no windows, madly looking around at all the dancing shadows.

  She thought she saw two kilted men in the middle of the room, amidst all the scary shadows.

  Yes, she did. Hot-headed Eoin, she could do without. But the other man brought a smile and a hopeful greeting to her lips.

  “Ciaran! What a pleasant surprise.”

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