Devlin's Destiny

What kind of parallel universe had she warped into?

With the heel of her hand, Gabby Stone rubbed the sleep from her eyes as she sat up in bed. Blinking, she studied the tapestry adorned stone walls surrounding her.

Yep, still there.

How had she gone from her queen-sized bed in her modest cabin to a monstrosity of a wood-framed bed in a dungeon?

She had to be dreaming. Simple as that.

An icy breeze caused her to shiver. She crossed her arms over her chest, frowning when her hands came into contact with fabric. Being one to sleep in the nude, finding something other than skin was weird. Glancing down, her eyes widened at the peculiar shirt she wore. Gabby held up her arms, staring at the cream-colored folds hanging from her limbs.

Had she warped to the land of pirates?

She gingerly lifted the string that held the shirt’s large V-neck closed and examined it. She definitely didn’t own anything like this. Whose could it be?

Whoever it was, the person was huge. Gabby’s body practically disappeared underneath the material. Lifting the shoulder of the shirt to her nose, she took a tentative sniff.

Aw, hell.

Closing her eyes, she buried her face in the fabric and inhaled. What was that mouth-watering smell? A mixture of sandalwood and smoke, not cigarette smoke, but that outdoorsy, wood-burning fire sort of smoke teased her senses. A kind of smell that spoke of a man who worked with his hands, enjoyed the outdoors and didn’t care for any foo-foo cologne.

Her kind of man.

Another icy breeze hit her and she shivered again. The least her stupid dreaming self could have done was pick a nice warm place to drift off to. Spotting a dying fire in the grate against the adjacent wall, she pushed back the covers and stood. Frigid stone met her bare feet, the cold air wrapping around her naked calves and knees. She hugged her arms around her body tightly and hurried toward the orange embers glowing in the fireplace, the air warming the closer she got.
Should she have these sensations in a dream? Had she had them before and just forgot about them the moment she woke? Did she ask herself this every time she had a dream--every night?

She shook her head. Jeez. It’d explain why she never felt rested.
Everything that surrounded her felt so real. As if she truly stood in a dungeon.

“Ye awake, lass.”

Gabby whirled around, gasping.

In the doorframe, not ten steps away, stood the largest man she’d ever seen. Well over six feet tall, he towered over her own diminutive five foot two form. Dark hair spilled over powerful shoulders that spanned the width of the doorframe. A blue and gold patterned kilt rode low on his hips. His white shirt hung open to mid-chest and matched the one she wore.

Ahhh. She was having one of those dreams. She could totally work with this.

Her dream man stepped further into the room making her heart speed up. It’d been awhile since her subconscious had indulged in a good ole’ fashion wet dream. And boy had her mind conjured up a doozy of a man for Gabby to play with. If a hot romp with a sexy highlander was what her body needed to release some sexual tension, who was she to fight it?

She bit the tip of her finger and sent her dream man a coy look. “Whatcha got waiting for me under that kilt, you fine piece of man meat.”