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front of her, half of it illuminated by the sunset.
“I’m going to try to explain this, so listen closely,” he said, his tone a gentle growl. “When I saw you yesterday, no one I had ever seen in my life caught my eye like you did. Here I was, teaching a class, and an angel walked right into my midst. I don’t know how else to describe it. Then, when you came to my office today, it was like my prayers had been answered and there you were again. And the kiss… Destry, I don’t know if I can ever kiss another woman again because you’ve ruined them all for me. No other kiss will ever come close. If I died tomorrow, I would die a happy man. So a six thousand mile plane ride doesn’t concern me; I’d go to the Arctic if that’s where you were. Anywhere you are, I’ll follow.”
She gazed at him with an expression something between disbelief and pleasure. “Nobody talks like that, Conor.”
“Like what?”
“Like something out of a romance novel. You sound like Prince Charming.”
He grinned. “I hope so,” he said, his blue eyes glittering. “Is it working?”
She laughed softly. “I don’t know. Maybe.”
“I’m willing to live the rest of my life on a maybe.”
She was incredulous. “Just for me?”
His smile faded as his gaze grew intense. “Only for you.”
Destry wasn’t sure what more she could say; she had stated her case, sort of, and he was making his desires plain. She stared at him, trying to figure out his true motivation; infatuation? Insanity? She wondered.
“But you don’t even know me,” she said softly, earnestly. “You just met me.”
He unwound a big arm from around her torso, taking her chin between his thumb and forefinger. Turning her head slightly, he kissed her gently on the cheek.
“I know enough,” he whispered, turning her face again and kissing her nose delicately. “What I don’t know, I can learn. What I can’t learn, I can feel.”
She closed her eyes as his mouth moved to the other cheek, kissing her with great tenderness. “Oh, my God,” she breathed. “Are you for real?”
Conor eyes were closed as well. He didn’t miss a beat as he swooped in for her lips. “Very real,” he murmured as his mouth clamped down over hers.
As Conor and Destry lost themselves in a deeply passionate kiss, the rays from the setting sun were beginning to fall on the entrance of ancient stone. Just as they did yesterday, the soft yellow rays hit the porous slabs, warming them, creating the same odd glow as they had yesterday, only tonight the glow was stronger and more potent. An odd hum was also beginning to churn as the rock heated up, reverberating through the slab with an ancient song.
Had Conor not been so consumed with Destry in his arms, he might have noticed that the sunlight was now streaming in through the tunnel, hitting the back of the chamber as it had done for every Spring and Fall equinox for five thousand years. The old stones were positioned just so, creating the right conditions for worlds to collide at just this place, just this time.
The old mound of Dowth had never been a burial chamber; it had been a chamber where ancient man had moved through time and worlds as easily as moving from one field to the other. But only under the correct conditions, when the days and nights were of the same length, and the stars were aligned just so. This was one of those times. Those caught within the mound would walk between worlds in echoes of ancient dreams.
One moment, Conor had Destry trapped firmly in his arms and in the next, a brilliant flash of light blinded him. It was enough to pull his attention from Destry, who gasped with fright at the blinding white light. But her gasp was the last thing he heard before the white light drowned out everything conscious thought, every waking awareness.
And then… there was darkness.
CHAPTER SIX
There was a soft wind, blowing gently about her. Destry was half–conscious, feeling the breeze about her.
“I’m going to try to explain this, so listen closely,” he said, his tone a gentle growl. “When I saw you yesterday, no one I had ever seen in my life caught my eye like you did. Here I was, teaching a class, and an angel walked right into my midst. I don’t know how else to describe it. Then, when you came to my office today, it was like my prayers had been answered and there you were again. And the kiss… Destry, I don’t know if I can ever kiss another woman again because you’ve ruined them all for me. No other kiss will ever come close. If I died tomorrow, I would die a happy man. So a six thousand mile plane ride doesn’t concern me; I’d go to the Arctic if that’s where you were. Anywhere you are, I’ll follow.”
She gazed at him with an expression something between disbelief and pleasure. “Nobody talks like that, Conor.”
“Like what?”
“Like something out of a romance novel. You sound like Prince Charming.”
He grinned. “I hope so,” he said, his blue eyes glittering. “Is it working?”
She laughed softly. “I don’t know. Maybe.”
“I’m willing to live the rest of my life on a maybe.”
She was incredulous. “Just for me?”
His smile faded as his gaze grew intense. “Only for you.”
Destry wasn’t sure what more she could say; she had stated her case, sort of, and he was making his desires plain. She stared at him, trying to figure out his true motivation; infatuation? Insanity? She wondered.
“But you don’t even know me,” she said softly, earnestly. “You just met me.”
He unwound a big arm from around her torso, taking her chin between his thumb and forefinger. Turning her head slightly, he kissed her gently on the cheek.
“I know enough,” he whispered, turning her face again and kissing her nose delicately. “What I don’t know, I can learn. What I can’t learn, I can feel.”
She closed her eyes as his mouth moved to the other cheek, kissing her with great tenderness. “Oh, my God,” she breathed. “Are you for real?”
Conor eyes were closed as well. He didn’t miss a beat as he swooped in for her lips. “Very real,” he murmured as his mouth clamped down over hers.
As Conor and Destry lost themselves in a deeply passionate kiss, the rays from the setting sun were beginning to fall on the entrance of ancient stone. Just as they did yesterday, the soft yellow rays hit the porous slabs, warming them, creating the same odd glow as they had yesterday, only tonight the glow was stronger and more potent. An odd hum was also beginning to churn as the rock heated up, reverberating through the slab with an ancient song.
Had Conor not been so consumed with Destry in his arms, he might have noticed that the sunlight was now streaming in through the tunnel, hitting the back of the chamber as it had done for every Spring and Fall equinox for five thousand years. The old stones were positioned just so, creating the right conditions for worlds to collide at just this place, just this time.
The old mound of Dowth had never been a burial chamber; it had been a chamber where ancient man had moved through time and worlds as easily as moving from one field to the other. But only under the correct conditions, when the days and nights were of the same length, and the stars were aligned just so. This was one of those times. Those caught within the mound would walk between worlds in echoes of ancient dreams.
One moment, Conor had Destry trapped firmly in his arms and in the next, a brilliant flash of light blinded him. It was enough to pull his attention from Destry, who gasped with fright at the blinding white light. But her gasp was the last thing he heard before the white light drowned out everything conscious thought, every waking awareness.
And then… there was darkness.
CHAPTER SIX
There was a soft wind, blowing gently about her. Destry was half–conscious, feeling the breeze about her.
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