The sights and sounds of the twenty-first century teased and tantalized Erin MacLean's senses, but it was nothing compared to the torment one slight female brought to his sorry self. His desire had been to see the wonders of the future, if only for one brief moment in time. He never bargained on having to choose between a woman with eyes the verra shade of a field of heather blanketing the Highlands, and his duty to become the next laird of the clan MacLean in seventeenth century Scotland.