Wild about the Witch (19 page)

Catie’s back was to him, so only Lizzie saw her close her eyes and quietly sigh. Her light blue eyes popped open and beseeched Lizzie for help. Oliver had taken a chance in crossing the ages for someone he’d only known a month, and who had been on the verge of being promised to another. It had been a courageous gesture and completely daft.

Lizzie didn’t know what to say. The rules she learned to follow in the eighteenth century didn’t apply here and no amount of managing could change things. It was as if the veil had been ripped away. Catie didn’t need a chaperone here in this time. There would be no turning back the clock for Oliver’s feelings.

“Oliver, have you seen a car yet?” Mellie asked, putting her knife down.

“They’re brilliant,” Catie said, overly chipper. She turned and gave Mellie a long look. “You should let him ride in yours.”

Oliver shrugged, seeming tossed from Catie’s distinct lack of enthusiasm that he was there. Mellie linked her arm with his, snuggling right up next to him. That made the false, bright smile slide right off Catie’s face and she jumped up, suddenly saying she’d like to go for a ride as well.

“Oh, no, young lady,” Lizzie told her. “You can’t have your cake and eat it, too.”

She shook her head at Catie’s mood whiplash. As Mellie pulled Oliver out the door, she first looked outraged, then hurt, then relieved.

The silence that filled the kitchen after the door swung shut almost suffocated Lizzie but she waited a moment for Catie to sort her obviously confused feelings about Oliver.

“I’m sorry,” she said finally, realizing that Catie said the exact same thing at the same time. They both laughed and the tension lightened a little.

“What have ye to be sorry for?” she asked, then held up her hand. “Before ye say anything, I want ye to know how sorry I am to have gone in your place. I tricked Lord Ashford. I dinna think he has a verra good memory and believed me when I said I was ye.” Catie took a deep breath and hurried on. “If it wasna for the kindness of my friend Shane and his mother, I wouldna be here. I— it was quite frightening at first to be in such a different time.”

“Yes, I can relate,” Lizzie said.

Catie twisted her hands in her skirt. “Ye must know I was desperate to save Lachlan. I know now I should have spoken to Quinn, or even to ye and I might have understood. I was a terrible brat to ye, when I knew ye were, ah, spending time with Quinn. I am sorry for that as well. It was none of my business.”

Lizzie gathered her thoughts before answering. Catie didn’t know the depths of her treachery, and she considered just letting things lie. But, for the sake of moving forward with Quinn, everything had to be out in the open.

“Catie, I love that about both of you, how much you care for each other. Granted, things got a little crazy, but we’re all together and safe now.” She took a deep breath. “I wasn’t completely honest, either. I knew Lord Hollingsborn was deeply in debt, and still I pushed for the match.”

Catie shrugged. “I understand why ye did what ye did, to survive in our time.” She leaned close, her eyes sparkling, “Evie looked ye up on the computer and said ye were an actress. Were ye ever on the television?”

Lizzie laughed, the tight band that had been restricting her chest loosening. “I had a few very tiny roles, and a couple adverts. Nothing spectacular at all.”

“Ye must be so happy to be home at last.”

Before she could answer, Lachlan stormed into the room, startling her and scaring Catie enough to make her jump and move behind the kitchen island.

“Is Quinn going to be all right?” she asked, eyes wide.

“Aye, and no thanks to ye,” he thundered.

“It isna my fault,” she said, voice rising.

“Ye knew he would follow after ye. It’s just as I said.” Lachlan looked like he was gearing up for a fight, but stopped and sat, putting his face in his hands. “One or the both of ye will be my death.”

“Can I go speak to him?” she asked, edging around the counter.

“He’s asleep and will be for some time. The physician gave him potent pain medication that knocks ye flat.” He turned to Lizzie, his dark eyes softening a little. “Speaking of medications from this time, it’s of grave importance that ye get back to Bella as soon as ye can.”

“Of course. Oliver and I will go at once.”

“Do ye hear that, lass?” Lachlan asked, looking to Catie. “Ye must ready yourself to leave. Say farewell to your new friends. The situation is such that ye canna tarry.”

“Bollocks,” Catie exploded. “I’m not going back.”

Lizzie hadn’t thought too highly of Evie racing from the room earlier when Lachlan arrived, but seeing his face change from somewhat intimidating to demonic possession level of rage, made her want to scamper as well. She gripped the bench and stayed put.

“Indeed ye are. Ye’ve caused quite enough trouble.” His voice was measured, but a vein pulsed in the side of his forehead.

“I havena caused any trouble,” she denied indignantly.

“Our brother’s been shot because of ye,” Lachlan shouted.

Lizzie held up her hand. “Well, now. You can’t really blame Catie for that psychopath who shot Quinn.” That was on her, but she kept quiet about that. She wasn’t scared of Lachlan, but she wasn’t going to be stupid either, and goad a giant berserk Highlander into turning his wrath her way.

“Thank ye, Miss Burnet,” Catie said, crossing her arms over her chest as if the matter was settled.

Lachlan’s blazing eyes told a different story. Lizzie wanted to leave but didn’t. For the first time she took a good, hard look at the the two people from the past who stood squaring off. They didn’t look much alike except for the steely determination that shone from their eyes. Quinn had that, too.

The whole time she’d been stuck in the eighteenth century, she’d thought of  everyone as nothing more than walking paragraphs in a history book, told herself they were already dust in the wind. Lew had been her only friend, but she wondered if there might have been others that she dismissed without a chance. She’d almost passed up the chance to be with Quinn, the most wonderful man she’d ever known, because she couldn’t see what was right in front of her.

Both Lachlan and Pietro had been torn from their times, thrown into situations they might not have survived, except that they reached out to others. They’d accepted help and helped where they could. They’d made real lives for themselves, with real friends and loved ones.

What had she done in the same situation? She’d shut off her heart and gambled with people’s lives, thinking it was of no consequence since they were all already dead in her own time, the only time she cared about. She’d been the one who was dust, not them.

Feeling sick with grief and regret, she reached out to Catie to stop her from screaming at her brother. Lizzie determined to meddle one last time, but for the good of others, not selfish purposes.

“Catie, I’m quite certain Lachlan will listen to you calmly and rationally if you speak in such a manner. Isn’t that right, sir?” She turned to him and blinked her eyes innocently several times, appealing to his old fashioned chivalry, which she was quite sure hadn’t worn off during his time in the present.

He narrowed his eyes at her, then at Catie, probably suspecting they were in cahoots. But Catie’s jaw was halfway to her chest, she seemed so shocked to have Lizzie on her side.

Catie tentatively took a step closer to the table, and Lachlan grumbled but sat down.

“Aye. Speak your thoughts, lass and I’ll listen.”

Catie turned to Lizzie, eyes wide. Lizzie shrugged. It was up to Catie now.

“I want to stay,” she said. Her voice still had a tinge of belligerence and she grimaced, but didn’t seem to know how to continue.

Lachlan sighed. “Ah, as ye’ve said. If ye dinna want to marry the English lad, ye certainly dinna have to, but ye must return.”

“It’s nothing to do with Oliver,” she said, gripping her skirts. “It isna fair. Ye never told me I had this- this mission to marry for my inheritance. My whole life I thought I’d work on the farm and never have a single adventure. I was happy enough to hear about yours and Quinn’s whenever ye deigned to visit me.”

Lachlan frowned and interrupted. “Catie, ye know it was better for ye at Auntie Gwen’s. We came as much as we could get away.”

“Aye, I know. I dinna begrudge ye for having your adventures. I never wanted my own, until all of a sudden Quinn made me have one.” She turned to Lizzie. “I know ye think ye have something to be sorry for, in concern to me, but ye helped me more than ye know. I was angry about Quinn lying to me and couldna see past it. But now I see what it’s like in this time, I can see how ye tried to give me confidence.”

“Ye’ve never lacked for confidence, Catie,” Lachlan said, scowling at Lizzie.

“Ah, that’s true, when I was plain old Catie Ferguson, at Auntie Gwen’s farm, or on our land. But it was different being an heiress in London, and my sole purpose to be married. It was like I was a pork chop being dangled over a pack of wolves.”

Lachlan laughed impatiently and Lizzie placed her hand on his wrist, her stomach twisting for Catie.

“It really is rather like that,” she said. “There are some people who would have done anything to secure Catie’s money for their own use, not giving a thought to her happiness.”

“Well, it just wasna handled correctly,” he said somewhat desperately.

“Dinna ye dare try to blame Quinn again,” Catie said, her voice rising.

“It’s easy to do when he—” He rose from the bench and Lizzie quickly jumped in, serious in her new role as referee.

“Wait, wait, we’re just circling back to an old argument. You were doing so well explaining yourself, Catie.” She motioned for Lachlan to sit back down. “Please let her continue.”

“What’s to continue? She wants to stay because she fancies the goatherd. And that wee swain willna give her a second glance in a month’s time.”

A long, low growl rose up from Catie’s throat and she looked around as if for something to throw at Lachlan’s head.

“This has nothing to do with Shane, either. Ye didna hear a word I said, did ye?”

“I heard all your words, Catie, but I dinna understand ye. I’ve already said ye dinna have to marry the Englishman. But ye canna stay here for that ginger lad.”

“His name is Shane,” she hollered. “And that isna why I want to stay. I want to keep having adventures. I want to go to school like Mellie, and fly on an airplane as ye’ve got to do. I want to choose my life, not have it chosen for me.” She paused to catch her breath, holding out both hands so Lachlan wouldn’t interrupt. “I dinna want to stay to fornicate, I want to find myself.”

Lizzie clapped her hand over her mouth. Could someone’s head actually explode? If so, she thought she might get to witness it firsthand.

“Find yourself?” Lachlan bellowed. “Where did ye hear such a thing?” He looked accusingly at her and she shook her head.

“I heard it on the telly, at Evie’s house. There’s many programs that give advice on how to better one’s self.”

Laclan’s face was purple but he kept silent, probably not having the least clue how to answer that. Lizzie gave up trying not to giggle. It was just so heartbreakingly absurd. The poor kid just wanted to be a kid, with all the opportunities the modern day offered. Honestly, if it were Lizzie, she’d hold on with all her fingers and toes and never let go.

She felt such a longing to go upstairs and see Quinn that her breath whooshed out of her. She’d had all the opportunities that Catie now fought for. Her grandma had seen to it, gone without for it. Was she giving it all up to return with Quinn? Her heart told her a resounding no. She’d never recover from the regret she’d feel if she didn’t return with Quinn.

“What if she stayed for a year, to take a class or two?” Lizzie asked quietly, as Lachlan’s face still hadn’t settled to it’s normal shade. “There’s all girls schools if you’re worried about the, ah, fornicating.”

He laughed without any humor behind the sound and shook his head.

“Please, Lachlan,” Catie said. “I’ll stay here with ye and Piper. I willna be any trouble or bring ye any shame.”

He dropped his hands. “Ye have never been trouble, nor could ye ever bring me shame.” He swallowed hard and closed his eyes.

Lizzie and Catie stared at one another and Lizzie realized she was holding her breath. She wanted to add something, a closing argument, a plea, but the tension was too thick, too much was at stake.

“I’m sorry, lass, but ye must return with the others. We can perhaps arrange a stay in Edinburgh for ye if ye want, but ye must go to your proper time.”

He didn’t yell the words, in fact he sounded almost sad. The look on his face was completely blocked. Lizzie couldn’t tell what he thought, but Catie clearly saw something that said she shouldn’t argue anymore. Her eyes filled with tears. She nodded once, and turned and left the kitchen.

“Is that it?” Lizzie asked. “Will she run away, or try something else?” She couldn’t believe it was over and her heart hurt for the girl.

“She willna run away again. She understands my decision is final. She’s a good lass underneath it all.”

Underneath it all? Catie was a good lass on top of it all. She wanted to keep arguing for Catie’s chance to stay, hating with all her being the fact that she had to return to the same old options. Why didn’t Catie get a choice? It was so unfair, everything she’d hated about the past welling up. She had to leave before she said something rude, reminding herself she had no place here. She wasn’t Catie’s chaperone anymore, and her footing with Quinn was tenuous at best.