My mum always taught that the truth will set you free.”	“Did she now?”	“Mm hmm,” Lachlan brushed the pad of his pointer finger over her cheek’s silken skin. “But she kept one truth hidden from me until very recently.”	“What was that?”	He gulped. “You know the truth thing on the medallion?	“Aye.”	“Well, if that’s my rallying cry, then it will mean the world to me if you trust that I’m not lying.”	She let the disk drop back to his chest. “Ye can tell me anything, I’d reckon.”	He needed to tell her the truth. “My father is – was William Wallace.
Amy Jarecki, The Time Traveler's Christmas
christmas-romance, historical-romance, holiday-romance, karate, martial-arts, time-travel-romance, william-wallace