Cara awoke to the bright rays of the rising sun shining through the east-facing windows of her bedroom.  Meredith had cleverly chosen the front bedroom for her own, knowing she’d never get to sleep in if her room faced the sunrise.  After several long minutes of frustration, covering her face with her arms and pillows, Cara gave up, stretching and climbing out of bed far earlier than she needed to be.<br/><br/>The night before, over a delicious dinner of pasta and fresh vegetables, Cara got to meet Dr. McKnight face to face for the first time.  He was a really friendly fellow, with a thick white beard and a thinning head of hair to match.  It had been several years since he’d had an assistant as young as Cara, and for most of the dinner he had quizzed her on various bits of history and lore of the area.  It was all in fun, and by the end of dinner she felt confident she’d actually be helpful during her stay in Scotland.<br/><br/>Dr. McKnight had given her a loose itinerary of the next three months, highlighting several locations he planned to visit as well as the vast amount of cataloguing he had fallen behind on.  That would be one of Cara’s principle responsibilities, and once the professor excused himself, she got right into it, setting up the system she would use for the remainder of her stay.  It kept her up far later than she planned, but the hours passed quickly and it kept her mind occupied from other thoughts - particularly those of a certain dark-haired scotsman.<br/><br/>With a touch of apprehension, Cara glanced at her phone.  No calls.  She chewed her lip, wondering if that was a good or bad sign.  She considered calling Gregory again, but realized it was ungodly early - and if he was up, he was probably at work.  Instead, she grabbed a quick shower, dressed for the unseasonably warm day, and made her way down to the kitchen to snag tea and a muffin.<br/><br/>After a while, the professor joined her in the kitchen, handing over a guidebook for the area, which included both fairly up-to-date information as well as more detailed history of the region.  By the time Meredith made her way grumpily into the kitchen, half the morning was gone and Cara was more than halfway through the book.<br/><br/>“Morning!” Cara said brightly, smiling at the groggy woman.  “Care for some tea?”<br/><br/>Meredith gave her a dark look.  “I hurt everywhere. I feel like I ran a marathon.  I want coffee, and half a bottle of tylenol.”  Clearly, not a morning person.  After digging through the pantry and cabinets for several long minutes, Meredith cursed.  “No coffee left.  Damn.” She sighed.  “I’ll be right back - unless you want to take a ride?”<br/><br/>Cara was engrossed in her book.  “No thanks!” She answered.  “I want to finish this up today, I have a feeling I’ll be quizzed at dinner.”<br/>Meredith shrugged and stomped out the door.  When she walked back in about twenty minutes later, she looked significantly cheerier, and had a wicked gleam in her eye.<br/><br/>“Oh Cara...” Meredith began, in a sing-song - “Guess who I saw in the village?  Your little Highlander Romeo...”<br/><br/>Cara sat up, closing the book. A pink blush spread across the apples of her cheeks.  “You saw him?  In town?  Did he say anything...?”<br/><br/>“Nah.” Came Meredith’s response.  “I was in the car, didn’t bother stopping.”  Her eyes watched as Cara reached for her phone.  “Oh no you don’t!” Meredith yelled, reaching out and snatching the phone.  “Don’t you dare call<em>him</em>”<br/><br/>Cara’s green eyes grew wide, and her mouth hung open. “What do you mean... he<em>asked</em>me to call him...”<br/><br/>Meredith cut her off.  “No freakin’ way.  Rule number one - if you want a guy to stay interested, you gotta make him work for it.  That means,<em>he...calls...you.</em>.  No exceptions.”  She pushed her thick blonde hair back over her shoulders and grinned over her coffee cup. “Trust me on this one.  Give it a little time.  Gairloch’s tiny, and everyone knows Gordon owns this place.  Make him come to you.”  She nodded, eminently pleased with her sage advice.<br/><br/>Cara could only stare at the woman in confusion.<em>Don’t call, even if he asked?</em>It seemed silly, but Meredith was older and surely knew what she was talking about. "Alright then, if you say so..." Although, this would save her from her nerves, every time she went to call him.<br/><br/>"Trust me, Cara. I saw the way he was looking at you. He'll call."<br/>