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Authors: Katherine Lowry Logan
Tags: Romance, Time travel
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into her waistband, and unpinned the brooch. The stone was hot, and not from the heat of her skin. Using the tweezers she’d stolen, she squeezed the clasp and sprung the latch.
“Hang on, we’re going for a ride.” I hope.
His mouth turned up in the faintest of grins. She imagined in his delirious state he was telling the Devil to go screw himself because he didn’t intend to die today.
Well, I don’t either.
Praying she’d been given a round trip ticket which allowed two to fly for the price of one, she held his hand and haltingly sounded out the inscription on the stone, “Chan ann le tìm no àite a bhios sinn a’ tomhais an gaol ach’s ann le neart anama.”
8
Winchester Medical Center, Winchester, Virginia, Present Day
W hen the fog cleared, Charlotte was still sitting in the spindle-backed chair holding McCabe’s hand. He lay on the bed, moaning.
Street lights indicated she was no longer in the nineteenth-century. But were they in Richmond? Washington? Cedar Creek? At least they weren’t in a Civil War hospital any longer. Any other place would be an improvement.
She’d made it back with a nineteenth-century spy, a bed, and a chair. How was she going to explain this? At least they were period appropriate.
She checked her patient. No change. The clock was ticking faster now, and he didn’t have much time. She had to figure out where she was, then get him to the closest medical center.
Once on her feet, she had a better view of her surroundings. Several hundred yards away sat Belle Grove Mansion. “Oh my god. I’m back.” Her first impulse was to jump up and down with overwhelming relief, but she forced her feelings under control. If her car was still in the parking lot, then she would allow herself a small shriek of joy.
She squatted next to the major. “I’ll be back in a couple of minutes. Don’t go anywhere.”
When he didn’t answer or grin, she ran like she was approaching the finish line in a race, holding nothing back.
Her SUV was where she had left it, squashed next to a tree. She let out a loud sigh of relief, and said a quiet, “Thank you, God.” Her keys were in her haversack, and she had no idea where that was now. Of course, thanks to Jack, she had a spare key hidden in the front passenger-side wheel well.
Once underway, she turned on the high beams and drove across the field, stopping a few feet from her patient with the headlights aimed right at him. There was no way she could move him. She had to call 911.
She rummaged through her purse she’d left in the car, and extracted her cell phone…which still held a charge. But what really surprised her was the date. It was Sunday night. Only thirty-six hours had lapsed since she went into the fog.
She dialed, unsure of what her story would be, but well aware of time running out.
“What’s your emergency?” the 911 operator asked.
“I’m at Cedar Creek Battlefield. There’s a man in the parking lot who’s been shot. He needs an ambulance.”
“What’s your name, ma’am?”
“Charlotte Mallory. I just found him in the parking lot.” She almost choked on the lie but composed herself quickly. How many more would she have to tell before this situation righted itself? She shuddered. She couldn’t worry about that now, or she’d stay blanketed in a sheet of fear that had been suffocating her since she landed in the midst of the Battle of Cedar Creek.
“An ambulance has been dispatched. Is he breathing?”
Charlotte hurried back over to the bed, sat in the chair, and put her hand on McCabe’s chest. “Shallow breathing. He said his name is Major McCabe, and now he seems to have lost consciousness.” She pulled off her beard and wiped her face with a towel she’d brought from the car, then removed the wig and shook out her hair.
“Please remain on the line with me until help arrives,” the operator said.
The shrill of an ambulance soon cut through the night. She grabbed the ticket off the hook at the
“Hang on, we’re going for a ride.” I hope.
His mouth turned up in the faintest of grins. She imagined in his delirious state he was telling the Devil to go screw himself because he didn’t intend to die today.
Well, I don’t either.
Praying she’d been given a round trip ticket which allowed two to fly for the price of one, she held his hand and haltingly sounded out the inscription on the stone, “Chan ann le tìm no àite a bhios sinn a’ tomhais an gaol ach’s ann le neart anama.”
8
Winchester Medical Center, Winchester, Virginia, Present Day
W hen the fog cleared, Charlotte was still sitting in the spindle-backed chair holding McCabe’s hand. He lay on the bed, moaning.
Street lights indicated she was no longer in the nineteenth-century. But were they in Richmond? Washington? Cedar Creek? At least they weren’t in a Civil War hospital any longer. Any other place would be an improvement.
She’d made it back with a nineteenth-century spy, a bed, and a chair. How was she going to explain this? At least they were period appropriate.
She checked her patient. No change. The clock was ticking faster now, and he didn’t have much time. She had to figure out where she was, then get him to the closest medical center.
Once on her feet, she had a better view of her surroundings. Several hundred yards away sat Belle Grove Mansion. “Oh my god. I’m back.” Her first impulse was to jump up and down with overwhelming relief, but she forced her feelings under control. If her car was still in the parking lot, then she would allow herself a small shriek of joy.
She squatted next to the major. “I’ll be back in a couple of minutes. Don’t go anywhere.”
When he didn’t answer or grin, she ran like she was approaching the finish line in a race, holding nothing back.
Her SUV was where she had left it, squashed next to a tree. She let out a loud sigh of relief, and said a quiet, “Thank you, God.” Her keys were in her haversack, and she had no idea where that was now. Of course, thanks to Jack, she had a spare key hidden in the front passenger-side wheel well.
Once underway, she turned on the high beams and drove across the field, stopping a few feet from her patient with the headlights aimed right at him. There was no way she could move him. She had to call 911.
She rummaged through her purse she’d left in the car, and extracted her cell phone…which still held a charge. But what really surprised her was the date. It was Sunday night. Only thirty-six hours had lapsed since she went into the fog.
She dialed, unsure of what her story would be, but well aware of time running out.
“What’s your emergency?” the 911 operator asked.
“I’m at Cedar Creek Battlefield. There’s a man in the parking lot who’s been shot. He needs an ambulance.”
“What’s your name, ma’am?”
“Charlotte Mallory. I just found him in the parking lot.” She almost choked on the lie but composed herself quickly. How many more would she have to tell before this situation righted itself? She shuddered. She couldn’t worry about that now, or she’d stay blanketed in a sheet of fear that had been suffocating her since she landed in the midst of the Battle of Cedar Creek.
“An ambulance has been dispatched. Is he breathing?”
Charlotte hurried back over to the bed, sat in the chair, and put her hand on McCabe’s chest. “Shallow breathing. He said his name is Major McCabe, and now he seems to have lost consciousness.” She pulled off her beard and wiped her face with a towel she’d brought from the car, then removed the wig and shook out her hair.
“Please remain on the line with me until help arrives,” the operator said.
The shrill of an ambulance soon cut through the night. She grabbed the ticket off the hook at the
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