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made a connection, she knew she had and then he had to show up and ruin it. Tonya’s jaw tightened and she wanted so badly to just slam a solid fist into the side of Camden Phillips perfectly angular jaw.
    Merging onto 15 South she checked her side and rearview mirror for traffic when sudden movement from the back seat had her slamming on the brakes and skidding to the shoulder before she could even merge.
    “What? Are you going to make me get out and walk again?” Camden barked.
    Tonya sat quietly, studying the rearview mirror momentarily before turning around and actually looking…
    “What is this…thing?”
    There, in the backseat was a strange, filth-covered man with a scraggly, matted red beard and dirty smeared clothing, examining the CD she’d tossed behind her only moments ago.
    Camden turned around in shock. “Where the hell did the re-enactor come from?”
    Tonya couldn’t speak. She was afraid to.
    This couldn’t be happening…
    “Who the fuck are you?” Camden asked. “And how did you sneak into our car?”
    “Corporal Jared Evansworth of General Kershaw’s Third South Carolina Infantry and are you always so callous around gentle women?”

Chapter Six
    Sitting silently and more than a little puzzled…oh hell who was he kidding, he was freaked out. Shock had taken a mental hold of him and shook him until his brain had rattled to a blank slate. He wasn’t even sure what Vickie and Tonya were discussing as the man, about his age in basic clothing from the mid-1800s, examined every item in the main room of the penthouse.
    Unable to move, Camden watched as Jared kept opening and closing the French door styled refrigerator, trying to figure out if the light stayed on when he closed the doors. A curious push of the lever in the door and ice cubes tumbled out at his feet. Neither one of the ladies moved to stop his exploration, as they were lost in a series of verbally heated whispers and questions.
    Finally when the ragged soldier tried to turn on the stove, watching the magic coils in the glass top heat up and burning his finger in the process, only then did Camden feel a need to keep the odd man from any real danger.
    “That’s hot, dumb ass. It’s a stove…you know, it cooks food.”
    “Where does the wood go?”
    “It runs on electricity. Um…a powerful current of energy created around the turn of the twentieth century. We use it to heat our homes, cook our food, and create light without candles.” Camden motioned to the classic Edison bulb fixtures Vickie had her house lit in. He went over to the light switch and turned it off and on.
    “Where am I? How did I get here?” Jared asked, playing with the magic light switch.
    “That is what we would like to know.” Vickie stepped forward and leaned over the breakfast bar separating the open kitchen from the rest of the main floor. “Can you tell us anything about what happened before you arrived in this time?”
    “Time?” He shook his head. “I don’t understand.”
    “What year is this?” Vickie asked.
    “1863, July 2,” Jared answered without a doubt.
    Vickie smiled and patted his filthy hand. “I’m afraid not, Jared. This is 2015. You’ve somehow managed to travel forward in time one hundred and fifty-two years.”
    “How so?” He scrutinized Tonya. “You must be a witch then!”
    “She’s not a witch.” Camden sighed, actually shocking himself for defending Tonya. The troubled, crestfallen look on her face when Jared had reacted made him want to protect her. This wild-looking man might do anything to her if he wanted.
    “Then explain yourself.” He focused on Tonya. “Explain how you appeared out of nothing, sitting in front of me on that battlefield as I scouted out those damn Yanks for General Kershaw.”
    “I…I…don’t know—”
    “We are trying to figure that out,” Vickie added calmly. “But for now, no harm was done, so let’s sit down and see what we can do to help you.”
    “Is he real? I mean,