As Hamish and Fergus disappeared over the horizon, Mac wondered whether she should follow their trail or simply go home. “As if I even know how to follow a trail.” She let out a deep sigh. She was losing this round of “Girl versus Highlands.” What next? She could press on, but for what? For a guy who had kissed her and told her he would love her? She could find that at any singles bar in the New York metro area. Mac looked back toward the chamber with a sigh. It was too late to do anything now. If her theory was right, the stone chamber would take her back home in the morning, assuming the dawn sunlight shone into both sides of the chamber, past and present. So all she had to do was to spend the night here and go home in the morning. It was, by far, the most sensible choice.
Or she could
