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  “Ken’s got a room.” The deep voice filled with mirth gradually intruded on Megan’s senses. Her world had whirled around her once David’s hot mouth had taken hers in a savage kiss. She hadn’t cared where she was or who else was around. All she needed was the touch of David against her. If this was a different world, and a different time she’d somehow fallen into, so be it. If it felt like this, she was happy to stay here.

  As long as it was real. She would die if she woke up and it was all a dream.

  Gradually, movement on the stage brought her back to reality. At the same time, David pulled his lips away but he kept one arm tightly around her. She needed it; her body was still screaming for his touch.

  “Bear, can I borrow your van?” His deep voice sent a shiver down her back.

  “Sure, don’t need it for a while. Slim and I are going to have a wander round and chill out for a while.” Bear winked at her. “We’re not on again till tomorrow afternoon so you two lovebirds have a whole day and a night.”

  David pulled away from her slightly and Megan’s legs trembled as his hand stopped supporting her. But he was only gone for a second as he reached for his guitar. As he picked it up his arm came firmly around her back again.

  “Thanks, Bear. And can you make sure Holly is okay?” He lowered his voice and turned to his bandmates, who stood at the side of the stage. “In case I don’t make it back, I’ll park the van on the other side of the village. About a mile down.”

  Bear and Slim came over together and each shook Davy’s free hand.

  “Try your best, man. Our music needs you.” Slim turned to Megan. “Make sure he comes back, won’t you, dolls?”

  Megan looked from one to the other and though she sensed that something had changed she couldn’t understand what. Nodding, she held her hand out and Bear squeezed it.

  “I certainly will. The world needs Davy Morgan and his music.”

  She felt David tense beside her as his arm gripped her tightly. She looked up at him and smiled.

  “You don’t have to tell me where I am. Or rather, when I am.” She lifted her hand and held it against his lips. “I know.”

  Chapter Twelve

  Bear’s van wasn’t parked far from the back of the stage. As they walked through the crowd, David kept his head down but it still wasn’t enough to keep fans from stopping him. The guitar on his shoulder was a dead giveaway.

  “Can I have your autograph please?” David glanced down at Megan as the girl in front of him passed him a pen and lifted her shirt¸ baring her breasts. He grinned and dashed an autograph on the top of the girl’s arm.

  Megan chuckled as they walked away from her to the van. “So the job has some perks then? It’s not just playing music?”

  “You could say that. But it’s not all it’s cracked up to be.” David opened the van door and reached beneath the seat and pulled out the keys. He led Megan around to the other side and opened the door. “I’ll tell you all about it later.”

  When he got in the driver’s seat, he looked into the back of the small van and turned to Megan to apologize. Before he could speak, she leaned over the narrow space between them and caught his chin with her hand and kissed him.

  “Do you know what you do to me? How you make me feel?” Her eyes were heavy-lidded and her soft breath warmed his cheek as she spoke. “I feel this incredible connection with you.” She pulled back and looked up at him with a frown wrinkling her forehead. “I don’t know if it has something to do with what’s happened to me…to us…” She shook her head. “But I’ve never experienced anything like it before. When you are near me, I need to feel you touching me.”

  She moved across and wound her arms around his neck and moaned softly as his mouth took hers.

  God help me, I can’t get enough of her. He deepened the kiss and her tongue danced with his. The blood hummed through his body and he fought to keep control.

  Gently he pulled back, and took her arms from around his neck and held her hands between his.

  “I need to feel your hands on me.” She took his hand and laid it on her thigh, and David groaned as her thigh muscle tightened beneath his fingers. She would be hot and wet for him. Just like last night.

  David lifted his hand and held her gaze. Her lips were parted, and she stared with uninhibited desire at him. It was one of the hardest things he’d done, but he tore his eyes away and looked out onto the street to get his control back. He took a deep breath and crossed his arms.

  Before I rip her clothes off right here in this grotty van.

  “I know exactly what you’re saying. I understand how you feel. This time stuff can screw with your head. ” He chose his words deliberately to try to put some distance between them, to move away from the sexual tension that was hovering around them. “I’ll explain everything to you when we get you back to the cottage. Or as much as I can, anyway.”

  Megan glanced into the back of the van. A mattress butted against the bare metal walls and it was covered with food wrappers and empty bottles. A pile of clothes held an indentation the shape of a head, and had obviously been used as a pillow.

  “So we don’t have time…” She glanced back at the mattress.

  David’s blood heated as he saw the naked hunger on her face.

  She wants me as much as I need her.

  “No, not here.” He laughed as he looked back at the mess in the back of the van. “The first time I lay with you was under the stars with the sound of water playing music to us. The second is not going to be in Bear’s van.” He couldn’t do it. Her body was calling to be touched and he leaned in and kissed her, running his finger down the front of her T-shirt and cradling her breast in his palm. “No matter how much I need to.”

  “This is really out of character for me. The intensity is, well…it’s just peculiar.” Megan’s voice was husky.

  “It’s okay. Just chill,” he reassured her. “It will be interesting to see if these feelings stay when we go back…it’s almost like a craving…an addiction.”

  A flicker of uncertainty ran over Megan’s face. “Tell me what’s going to happen.”

  “We drive to the field where the monuments are and I’ll find the time gate or the ley line. We need to get there by midday.”

  “To where?”

  “The stones.” David let Megan’s hand go and the loss that shot through his body rocked him to the core. His hand went out to hold her again and he wasn’t aware of the action. He grabbed hold of the steering wheel and looked ahead. It had to be something to do with the time shift; he was becoming more certain of that every time he touched Megan, and it worried him.

  Whatever it was, it seemed to have the same effect on her. Although if he was honest, he’d been attracted to her since he’d landed on top of her on the porch.

  “I’ll explain it all soon.”

  …

  Megan shivered as David let her hand go. While he was holding her or touching her, she felt grounded. She sighed with relief as he reached out and took her hand again.

  Safe.

  Even with the pure sexual desire that coursed through her every time he came near her or held her gaze, she trusted him implicitly. This connection between them seemed like something out of this world.

  Eerie. Supernatural.

  It was as though she’d been bewitched. Her life in Sydney seemed detached from the present and she had to concentrate really hard to grasp and hold the memory of anything before she’d woken up in that first aid tent yesterday. It was like being in a parallel universe, like something she watched at the movies. But she was in it.

  I’m totally out of my realm…

  Fear knotted in her chest and Megan crossed her arms tightly in front of her as David started the car.

  What was the present?

  Confusion filled her thoughts. So much had happened in the last couple of days and they hadn’t really talked about it. David had not admitted in so many words that he was actually Davy Morgan. Nor
had he confirmed that she had gone back in time.

  All he’d said was they had to go back to the stones.

  As they drove through the village she turned to look out the window as the village went by. She paid extra attention to the buildings and tried to remember what they had looked like when she’d walked to the pub for lunch the other day.

  The only difference she could really see was the signs in the café and the village store saying hippies not welcome. She hadn’t noticed enough yesterday. The crazy old woman in the store talking about magnetics, solstices, and water had taken all of her attention. Reaching for the window winder inside the door, she gripped it tightly and it creaked as she wound down the window and the sweet fragrance of honeysuckle drifted in. Megan looked across the narrow street as David drove the old van slowly past the pub. The village looked as quaint as it had the other day. Geese dotted the green, and the whitewashed walls of the pub contrasted with the soft blue of the sky.

  An idyllic scene, but sinister. The uncertainty of what lay ahead of her filled her veins with an icy fear and she fought the panic that rose in her chest. Unfolding her arms, she reached out and placed her hand on David’s thigh, and immediately a calm stole over her, and the fear disappeared as quickly as it had come.

  “I feel safe when I touch you.” She looked across at him. His skin was fair, with a flush on his high cheekbones, and contrasted with the black curls tumbling past his face. As she watched he briefly closed his eyes and placed his hand on top of hers.

  “And when you touch me, I feel decidedly unsafe.”

  “What do you mean?”

  His gaze dropped to his jeans and heat rose from her chest to her neck. Not to mention the heat between her thighs.

  “Right, you need to do some explaining. Forget about this feeling we seem to create whenever we’re around each other.” She changed the subject to get her thoughts away from pulling him into the back of the van and taking her clothes off. “Tell me exactly what’s going on.”

  David glanced over at her before he pulled the van onto the side of the road, steering with one hand as he kept his hand on hers on his thigh. His dark lashes fanned his eyes and she couldn’t see his expression. His lips were tight and his brow was wrinkled.

  “Don’t you dare close up on me, David…or are you Davy?” Megan snatched her hand from beneath his and tried to ignore the fear that crept back through her.

  David took the keys from the ignition and put them on the floor beneath the seat before he reached over and picked up his guitar. Without looking at her or speaking, he opened the car door and came around to her side and opened her door. The guitar was slung over his shoulder and he held his free hand out to her.

  Megan looked up at him as she took his hand. “Well?”

  “Come on, I’ll tell you everything as we walk.” He inclined his head toward the field on their left. Low bushy trees blocked her view past the field. “We have to cross two fields to get to the markers.”

  He tugged her hand and they set off through the gate in the fence. The grass was soft and cool beneath Megan’s bare feet. A couple of black-and-white cows stood silently and watched them as they crossed to the middle of the field.

  “I didn’t know how much to tell you because this has never happened to me before.” David’s voice was low and Megan leaned closer as he continued. “I’ve always gone through the stones deliberately. Tell me what happened to you the other day. When I left, you were wandering around the garden of your cottage. How did you get to the stones?”

  “I was looking at the flowers while I had my cup of tea and I saw you go out. And then you disappeared and I thought you’d collapsed.” Megan closed her eyes, remembering the feeling that had overtaken her. “I ran over to help you and when I got to the big stone monument thing something happened. I can’t remember if I touched it but the most peculiar feeling came over me.”

  “What happened then?”

  “I don’t know.” She stared through the gap in the trees to the next field. In the distance, the three markers were highlighted against the clear horizon.

  A shiver ran through Megan and she leaned into David as he stopped and put his arm around her.

  “Don’t be frightened.”

  “If you tell me what the fuck is going on, I might not be so bloody scared.”

  David looked up at the sun. “It’s not quite midday. We’ve got some time.”

  “Time before what? You’re talking in riddles.” Megan’s temper rose and she pulled away from him, ignoring the cold that trickled through her veins when she let him go. “All I know is I’m—we’re—in 1971 and you’re about to whisk me back to 2014. What’s going to happen? Is some sort of time machine going to arrive and send me back home? Tell me, David.” Fear cracked her voice and she shivered as the anxiety about the unknown snaked down her back.

  David took her hand and led her over to the stone wall. He turned, lifted her easily, and sat her on the flat stone on the top before sliding his guitar from his shoulder and placing it safely in the shade. Gently, he parted Megan’s legs and stood between them. The warmth of the stone beneath her legs was nothing compared to the heat that filled her when David leaned into her and held her waist gently.

  “In 1970, I was touring the pub circuit in England. My songs were becoming well known and I’d played the pub circuit for a couple of years. I had made enough money to live comfortably in a flat in London.” A flash of pain crossed his face. “Something happened to a…very close friend and the press was hounding me. I came down to Glastonbury to the festival and stayed at the pub, and that’s when I met Bear and Slim.” He held her gaze and Megan tried to focus on his words. His closeness was sending delicious quivers all over her. “We hooked up and played a set at the first festival. It was very informal back then. We put down an album after last year’s festival and it sold really well.”

  Word for word, David—Davy—was reciting what she’d read in the article on the way over. As he spoke, his voice deepened and the hint of a Welsh accent tinged his words. Her stomach fluttered and the ever-present heat pooled between her thighs as she stared back at him.

  “Ken, the publican, told me about Rose Cottage being vacant and I moved in after we finished the tour after the album was released.” He dropped his forehead to the top of her head. “Are you with me?” He lifted his head and looked at her. Their eyes were level and Megan nodded.

  “I’m with you. It’s 1971 and you played at the first festival, which if I’m working things out correctly was last year.

  “So Bear and Slim live in the seventies and you live in the present. I mean, in 2014? This is doing my head in.” Megan scrunched her nose trying to follow his explanation. “But they were at the pub here? I met them when I was having lunch? The other day when I arrived. That wasn’t 1970. And I still don’t know how you found the present.” She shook her head at the confused thoughts. “I mean, how you found my time. Where I was yesterday.”

  Shit, I can’t say what I mean.

  “Do you know what I am trying to ask?” Relief flooded through Megan as he nodded.

  “Yes, I do. Bear and Slim come to visit sometimes. The time gates let you cross both ways. And that’s what we’re about to do. We’re in 1971 and we need to get back to 2014.”

  “But what about age? Look at me. I’m still twenty-five, or I think I am. How can I go forward and still be my age? I’m not even born now.” Megan shook her head and clutched David’s arm. Panic strained her voice. “And Bear and Slim? They looked exactly the same when I met them the other day as they did in 1971. And you should be—what—how old?”

  David put his hand on hers. “Age stays the same through the gates. I’ve done a lot of reading on it since Alice took me through the first time.”

  “Alice? Beth’s Aunt Alice?”

  “Yes, Alice showed me the gate when I lived next door to her. Her family has always known about it.”

  “Well, I don’t think they know about it now. Be
th hasn’t ever been over here.” Megan folded her arms across her chest. “So you’re telling me that anyone who touches this stone can go back in time? And come back again? So why aren’t there hundreds of people doing it? And why isn’t it known about?”

  David shook his head. “No. There seems to be some sort of mystical connection needed with others who have gone through. The only others I know who have crossed are Bear and Slim…and Alice who owns your cottage.”

  “So where is she?” Megan put her hand up to her face. “Is she here? Or there? Shit, I don’t even know where here or there or then is anymore. It’s just too much to take in.” Thoughts were whirling through her head. “So what’s the connection?”

  “Bear and Slim and I are connected with our music. We started playing right before the 1970 festival. The first time I crossed I only stayed in 2008 for a few weeks.”

  “I know my music history. The Davy Morgan Band was formed in 1970 and played for the first time to a small crowd in Glastonbury the same week.” Excitement trilled through her as she realized what had happened. “Do you mean to tell me I actually witnessed the Davy Morgan Band at their first big performance after the first album? The first non-pub performance? The actual Davy Morgan Band?”

  “We actually did play a small set at the 1970 festival. It was more like busking. But 1971 is our big festival when we take off…or when we took off.” He grinned. “And yes, you did see our first big performance, apart from the pub tour. And we were bloody good, if I say so myself.”

  Excitement rippled through Megan and she swallowed and put her hand up to her throat as she sought to understand. “I can’t understand it. You—Davy Morgan—live in my time in the Cayman Islands—now in 2014. There are never any current photos of you. I’ve kept an eye out for years. I had a massive crush on you in my teens.”

  “That must be the connection between us. You knew me and my music.” He stared at her and her lips parted as she waited for him to continue. “That’s probably how the time gate opened for you.” David held her gaze. “As much as I resisted it, I was drawn to you the instant I tripped over you on my porch. I guess that completed the connection between us that let you go through.” He shrugged “It’s all an unknown. I just need to keep you safe.”