Time Travel, 17th Century Scottish Highlands
Page Count: 368
Word Count: 99190
Print ISBN 978-1-61217-030
Julia dashed down the spiral stone stairs.
“Watch yer step. They are narrow and the lighting is poor.”
“I’m sorry, Malcolm, but I’m in a hurry,” she answered, not sure if yet again she imagined the ghostly warning. Nevertheless, she slowed her pace until she stepped off the last tread, before hurrying off, heart in her throat.
What if she didn’t get there in time? What if she never got the opportunity to tell him how she felt? She would regret it for the rest of her life. How many other men would she meet in her lifetime that could heat her blood, make her lose her senses like Alex did? Not many. Did it matter if she made a fool of herself, if he didn’t reciprocate her desires? No. Wouldn’t it be better than forever wondering if she let the man of her dreams slip away?
Her legs ran faster.
Hell, she didn’t want to die the world’s oldest virgin. Desperation drove her, panting as she ran, her lungs struggling to cope. It didn’t stop her as she raced down the final corridor leading to the hall stairs. Thirty yards from the top step, she ground to a halt as a large shadow pounded up the last steps heading straight toward her.
Her legs almost gave way.
Struggling for breath, she stared at him, unable to believe her eyes. He didn’t slow his stride. His intense, hungry stare stripped her naked, told her she had seconds to make her mind up.
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