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Highland Gathering is the second book in my Abducted Hearts series. It follows the ongoing adventures of Stewart Robertson and Gary James as they prepare to spend New Year’s Eve in a haunted castle in the Scottish Highlands.
Stewart agrees to join Gary on a New Year’s Eve ghost-hunt in a Scottish castle. It’s going to be an adventure, but will they continue their relationship once they know more about each other?
Recently widowed Stewart Robertson agrees to spend New Year’s Eve with Gary James, a man he only met a few days before Christmas. There is a lot they don’t know about each other, and despite Stewart still reeling after discovering Gary’s big secret he remains undeniably drawn to the American parapsychologist.
Gary is keen to make things work with Stewart, but he doesn’t know if the man will be able to accept his unconventional job let alone his belief in all things paranormal. In bringing Stewart and Stewart’s daughter, Havana, to a haunted castle in the Scottish Highlands, Gary hopes to show the man that his work is more normal than it might first seem.
Stewart is excited by the prospect of spending more time with Gary, and with not having to spend New Year’s Eve alone in the house he used to share with his husband.
Accompanied by Eleni, a skeptic who takes an instant dislike to Stewart, and Phoenix, Gary’s crazy ex, their ghost-hunting adventure promises to be one hell of a ride. Whether Gary and Stewart are still hanging on at the end of it remains to be seen.
Stewart was out of the car. Gary crossed the distance between them quickly. Stewart, again, looked like he hadn’t slept. Gary hesitated before catching him in a hug. In Stewart’s touch, he recognized the relief he felt to be reunited after a night apart. Gary had missed Stewart with something close to physical pain, and it wasn’t just about the sex. He missed Stewart’s warmth. And the way Stewart molded his body to Gary’s when he finally let the tension he carried in his shoulders temporarily slip away. And their nonsense midnight conversations, conducted in whispers so quiet, neither of them had a clue what was being said most of the time. He had lain awake most of the night, remembering and thinking about getting up and driving south to turn up on Stewart’s doorstep.
Gary pulled back, hands on Stewart’s biceps, holding him in place.
“You came back,” Gary said.
“You have my wedding ring,” Stewart said, but he was smiling.
Gary slipped the ring off his pinky finger. A small band of yellow gold. The similarity in their ring sizes told Gary that Stewart hadn’t always been skinny. Gary had other evidence to support that theory. He’d never seen a grown man eat so little, never seen anyone get such bad cramps if they ate more than a saucer’s worth of food at dinner.
Stewart accepted the ring. He turned it over in his fingers as Gary watched, before slipping it onto his right hand. Not his left. Gary studied Stewart’s hands.
“You took off the other ring,” Gary said. When they met, Stewart was wearing rings on the fourth finger of each hand. His wedding ring on the left, and his civil partnership ring on the right.
“It was time,” Stewart said. “Time for the civil partnership ring to go into a drawer. And it’s not like I’m married anymore, is it?”