One glance at Logan in a kilt and travel consultant Addie knows how she’ll save his sightseeing company—hellooo, Outlander Tour—but he’d rather drown in the North Sea than support anything “inauthentic.” Searching for a compromise, their hearts tangle like a Celtic knot, but what's best for Logan's business may destroy their chance for a future.
Addie Macrae’s internal compass was irreparably damaged. For all the traveling she did, Edinburgh’s jigsaw puzzle of gray-toned buildings and twisting streets left her head spinning.
The city was undeniably charming, with its rounded cobblestones and lantern-topped streetlights, but she’d been lost since two o’clock. She’d missed a full thirty minutes of her newest client’s city tour, the last one before her meeting tomorrow.
The thrumming in her chest slipped into the realm of heart palpitations, one tier below racing for a connecting flight. Which she’d already done today.
Striding along another street lined with red storefronts, she tugged at her collar, letting the chilled air slice through the humidity inside her plasticky yellow raincoat. Nothing in sight resembled a Staircase at the bottom of Calton Hill—the starting point listed on The Heart of the Highlands’ website.
Gigi, the irritatingly sunny voice of Google Maps, shouted, “Make a U-turn.” She was hopelessly laggy, sending Addie in the wrong direction, then two minutes later, changing her mind.
Addie ground her teeth, restarted Gigi, tripped over a cobblestone, cursed. At this rate, she’d miss the entire itinerary.
Turning the corner, she came to a stunned stop.
Edinburgh Castle emerged from the hill as if it grew from the snarly volcanic rock it perched on. A streak of sunlight broke through the brooding clouds, turning the turrets and ramparts—or whatever they were called—a glowing gold.
No wonder her mom had loved it here.