CHAPTER 16
The next morning, I’m up at the crack of dawn having tossed and turned most of the night through wacky dreams.
In one, I led visitors through the castle dressed as an 18th century woman who looked like Claire Randall, while Jack stood in the ramparts wearing a kilt, waving a sword around and warning us to go nowhere near the Standing Stones outside. In another, the castle crumbled around us and Jack pounced on top of me to save me from falling bits of masonry. I was just enjoying the feeling of his weight crushing me and wondering if that was what I thought it was when Little Ms Mena woke me up with a loud yowl, fed up of having to wait so long for her breakfast.
Jack gave me one of his branded Highland Tours tee shirts to wear, though because he had only spare ones to fit Sa
