Ladies Prefer Rogues: Four Novellas of Time-Travel Passion Page 33
The silence was shrill between them. She swallowed hard, wondering how best to get herself out of there. How to gracefully back out, to never, ever see him again.
For Davie. She had to do this for Davie. That thought alone kept her anchored in place.
Cormac opened his mouth to speak, and she held her breath.
“Ree,” he whispered, in the voice of a man. “Aw, Ree, lass.”
Her every muscle slackened. Her fear, her disquiet, stripped away, leaving Marjorie raw before him. Hot tears came quick, blurring her vision.
“Cormac,” she gasped. “It’s happened again.”
