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She lost him.

How, she wasn’t quite sure. Kris had hustled across the restaurant as fast as her long skirt and clunky shoes would let her, and when she reached the place she’d last seen him the man was gone without a trace.

There’d been something really familiar about the guy.

Which made no sense. She was in Scotland. The only males she knew were Dougal, who’d been sitting with her; Liam, who was both shorter and more lithe than the figure she’d observed, and had black hair instead of light brown with streaks of gold; and Alan Mac, who was far too large to be mistaken for anyone but himself.

She supposed she could include both Edward Mandenauer and Rob Cameron on her list, but both of them were much older than the guy she’d seen.

So why did she feel as if she knew him?

Might he be the man asking for her in Drumnadrochit? If so, he appeared to have found her.

But then why would he leave?

Kris was more than a little creeped out. She should have asked Dougal to come with her. He’d spoken with the guy. He’d know if

it were him.

“Damn,” Kris muttered as she returned to the table. Cloak-and-dagger still not her thing.

Dougal was in the process of paying the bill. Kris insisted on Dutch treat. Dougal protested.

“We’re friends,” Kris pointed out. “And friends don’t let other friends pay the whole bill.”

“My friends do,” Dougal muttered.

Kris laughed and put down a few of the pounds sterling she had exchanged before getting on the plane. She’d have to find a bank tomorrow and do the same with the money Edward had given her. She hoped it wasn’t counterfeit.

“The sun’s falling fast.” Dougal winked. “We should hurry to the loch before we miss her.”

As they left the restaurant, then the building, Kris glanced around for any trace of the man she’d seen earlier. No luck.

“This guy who was asking for me,” she began as they crossed the road and headed down the grassy bank. “What did he look like? Height? Weight? Hair?”

Dougal frowned. “Shorter than me. Solid. But not fat. Muscles. Brown hair.”

“Light brown? Highlights?”

Dougal’s frown deepened. “Highlights?”

“Streaks.” She waggled her fingers at the top of her head. “From the sun.” Or a bottle.

“Ah.” He nodded, then stopped and tilted his head, thinking. “I don’t recall.”

Kris rubbed between her eyes. “Eye color?”

“I didn’t see.”

Dougal would never make it as a cop. Luckily, he didn’t have to.

“You know him?”

They’d reached the shore of the loch and taken a seat on a conveniently placed bench.

Kris wasn’t sure what to say. Dougal’s description was worthless. It both matched and did not the guy she’d seen at The Clansman. Someone she thought she might know, and then again she might not.

“I’m not sure. If he comes by again, ask his name.”

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