One

 

 

Every muscle in her body ached and it was all she could do to remain curled in a tight fetal position to protect herself from the sand whipping her body and the deafening roar that was overwhelming her. She could barely breathe and didn't know if she had the energy to move at all. Her brain felt fried, and reasoning was beyond her as pain continued to assault her from every direction, like pins thrust into her exposed skin. She spit sand out of her mouth, and groaned as she forced her hand to her lips to wipe it away. It took such an effort that she wanted to cry out her anguish, yet couldn't expend the energy… yet survival impulse kicked in and she labored to open her eyes.

Immediately she closed them in response to the torrential wind that forced particles of sand into them. Her eyes now watering in retaliation, she blinked furiously, and mentally commanded herself to move again, hiding he face under her arm as the sandstorm lashed relentlessly and charges of lightning crashed all around her.

Had she died? Was this hell? Purgatory? Never in her life had she faced such an intense, terrible force of nature. Her chest throbbed with every intake of breath, as though someone had punched her, and her body began to shake violently, as if the ground rumbling beneath her were demanding she comply with its motion.

Somehow her brain sent the message that if she were dead, she wouldn't feel this pain, and she must move, find shelter, any protection. Weary, more exhausted than she had ever been, and frightened, Casey again tried to summon the energy to lift her head from the ground even slightly. Slowly, sending signals to each muscle in her arm, she again managed to bring her hand to her face. Sheltering her eyes, she tried once more to see where she was as sand pelted her hand and lightning illuminated the desolate landscape. She was in the desert.

A desert? Her brain couldn't compute it and she closed her eyes as she allowed her hand to fall back to the sand. Why…? How had she gotten here? Another flash of lightning streaked before her closed lids and Casey shuddered in fright from the crack of thunder as she tried to pull her legs closer to her chest. Her left foot burned with a horrible pain. She had to get up, find shelter. If she stayed here, she would be hit and…

Move, her brain commanded, and for the first time in her life Casey felt removed from her body. It was as though her body weren't hers! In her mind's eye she saw herself observing the whole situation, making decisions, like she was trying to find a way to fix a broken piece of machinery.

Was this death, this feeling of separation from her body? She wasn't ready to die! She wanted… She wasn't sure what she wanted, yet just the thought brought her back and she felt the pain again.

Then the images came to her… a storm… getting out of a car… and then heat… unbearable heat… nearly suffocating… and a light so bright she felt she had melted into it.

Shaking her head in confusion, she focused on getting away from the stinging sand and the terrifying electrical storm. Pushing herself up onto her elbows, she kept her face close to her chest as her straight, short hair snapped against her cheeks. Cupping her hand to her eyes, she again peeked out to the desert while lightning flashed, yet she couldn't make out anything large enough to protect her, and the mountains were too far away.

Dear God, if she wasn't dead, she would be soon if she stayed out here!

And then it happened…

Casey thought it might be rain or perhaps thunder when she heard the crackle begin, yet it grew increasingly louder… and it wasn't stopping. As every hair on her body rose, she knew static was filling the air. She looked up to the sky and her impulse to cringe was suddenly replaced by awe. It was as though heaven itself split open to thrust out an immense beam of light impaling the desert floor. The earth vibrated with a repetitive hum all around her, like nothing she had ever felt in her life… She held her breath, yet there was no sound of explosion on impact. This wasn't mere lightning, her mind whispered, as she stayed riveted to the wide swath of silver, white, blue, and gold light which was now rebounding from the ground and spreading out like fantastic wings across the blackened sky.

Then, sounding above the blasting of wind and sand, an ear-piercing squeal flooded her ears as she watched the solid beam begin to contract, falling into a spiral that appeared to be swallowed up by the earth. All that remained was the impression of opaque wings slowly dissipating into the sandstorm. She blinked rapidly, not so much to shield her eyes as to ensure they were open… for a solid, dark figure was emerging from the ghostly mist. The earth had stopped shaking and the ringing in her ears subsided as she gasped for breath. It was now beginning to move in her direction.

She was making this up. Whatever was happening was all in her mind. It had to be!

Desperately Casey rubbed at her eyes and then cupped her hands around them to shelter her face as more lightning, familiar narrow streaks, flashed around her and thunder rumbled. When she again looked, the silhouetted figure, with what appeared to be sails flapping at each side, approached steadily. Was it a man or… what, a beast? As it moved closer toward her, she could begin to make out a long dark coat and a wide cowboy hat. It was a man. Her heart pounded against her chest as he came closer. She didn't know whether to be frightened or relieved by his presence…

She was paralyzed by the entire bizarre display.

Wherever she was, whoever he was… somehow, none of it could be real. Could she have died and this really was hell? Had she been such a horrid person to deserve this?

There was no more time for questions as the man slowly, deliberately, walked closer, as though he had no fear of the lightning or the sandstorm. Her voice was strangled in her throat. She wanted to ask him who he was, but only garbled noises emerged from her mouth as she watched him unbutton his dark coat above her. His face was hidden by a wide turned-up collar and the cowboy hat pulled low over his brow, but somehow the closer he came, the less she feared him. And what could she do, anyway? Scream? Ask for help? She was barely able to breathe!

He knelt before her and, without a word, wrapped the edges of the raincoat around her, pulling her to his chest and sheltering her from the sandstorm. She could feel the strength of his arms around her back, and immediately sensed peace as she was gathered into the sanctuary of his body. Concealed from the attacking sand, she could finally breathe, and the lightning seemed to dim beneath the barrier of his coat. She felt the strong beat of his heart reverberating against her face. She smelled something citrusy, very earthy, about him, and lifted her hand to cling to his soft shirt.

"You are all right, Casey O'Reilly."

She almost jumped at the close proximity of his voice resonating from his chest and into her ear. The low soothing tone sent shivers throughout her body and she found herself clinging even more tightly to his shirt.

"Who… ? Who are you?" she managed to mutter.

"I've come to help," he answered, holding her tighter as another crash of thunder made the ground shake violently beneath them.

"Thank heavens," she sobbed. Tears came into her eyes as relief spread like warm honey down her body. She felt so protected in this stranger's embrace. A part of her was denying that any of this could be taking place at all, and yet she was very aware that the man holding her, sheltering her from the elements of nature, felt mighty real.

"Yes," he replied gently.

Somehow she felt incredibly safe, more so than she had ever felt in her life. Her body was tingling with some strange and powerful energy that was unfamiliar and yet… so perfectly wonderful. She felt a renewed strength welling up in her muscles, spreading through her body down to her burning foot. Her chest stopped aching and her headache eased as this man, who had just walked out of a bolt of lightning and into her life, continued to hold her patiently.

"Can you move?" he asked, shifting his head slightly.

She felt the movement, yet was afraid to lift her head to look at him. What if he disappeared? What if this was all a dream, or she was hallucinating, and she found herself alone again, in pain, dying in a sandstorm?

"Can you move?" he repeated.

She nodded. Not only had the pain in her body eased, but the thunder seemed farther away now. "I… I think so," she answered in a voice that sounded, even to her ears, like a child's.

"Try," he encouraged, lifting her slightly as he rose. "I'll help you."

She gathered all her courage and commanded her muscles to obey as she pushed off the sand and stumbled against the hard muscles of his chest.

He caught her and held her tighter as she regained her balance.

"I… I'm sorry," she whispered with embarrassment, as she allowed herself to be pressed against him even tighter. She inhaled deeply as a wild surge of sexual energy raced through her at the contact, and again her brain felt fried. How could she be thinking such thoughts at this moment? What was wrong with her?

Almost of its own accord, her head lifted slightly and her gaze slowly rose from his chest. She could make out an open collar and a lean neck beneath a strong square chin. Staring at it, Casey felt the area around her heart heating up as though trying to protect and expand at the same time. Her breath felt ragged as she tried to pull more courage from some untapped well within her, forcing air to her lungs and giving her the endurance to continue what she knew she must… She had to see his face… to make sure he was real.

Lips, round and sensual, were held in a relaxed way, as if he was comfortable with her inspection. His cheekbones were cradled by lean muscles that spoke of strength. Slowly her gaze traveled up beyond a straight, almost perfect nose. She really couldn't see more as the brim of his cowboy hat hid his eyes from her.

Her stomach clenched with regret and then, suddenly, a more distant flash of white illuminated his entire face. Astounded, she gaped at him.

"Ohmygod…"

Barely a trace of amusement was reflected in his soulful dark eyes. "Not quite," he said with a friendly grin.

Casey experienced a moment of intense pleasure that her moan was thankfully disguised by the distant thunder. Damn. She simply must pull herself together and decide if she had truly lost her mind, or was still unconscious from the lightning that hit her when she left the car and was imagining all this and…

She remembered now. Flashes of memories raced across her mental screen. The flat tire. The horrid electrical storm. Her hand holding the metal door as she stepped into the darkness and was enveloped in the most intense light she could have ever imagined existing in any color spectrum. Deafening sound. And then heat, more than her body could handle, then a searing pain in her left foot as she left the earth and soared into oblivion.

"It's over now, Casey O'Reilly, you're okay," he reassured, as though he were reading her mind. "The earth and sky are no longer pulling at each other."

"Who… who are you?" she asked, noticing that since he began holding her, the sand and electrical storm had subsided.

He lifted his hand from her back and tipped the brim of his hat slightly, before smiling with open friendliness. "Luke d'Séraphin."

"You… you're Spanish?" she asked stupidly, responding to his accent, not knowing what else to say to this incredible man who stood so close to her.

He smiled and her heart again expanded before melting. What the hell was happening to her? Pull your act together, she mentally scolded herself. She instinctively knew she would need every ounce of wit, intelligence, courage, and common sense to find logic in any of this! None of it could possibly be real. It couldn't…!

He again held her as she swayed against him. It wasn't the wind either, but she would be very grateful if he thought that was the cause.

"I have visited Spain… yes."

"But you're not Spanish?" He certainly must carry some of those genes. Why was she asking these stupid questions!

"My name is French and Spanish. Does that matter to you?" He seemed genuinely interested in her answer.

She was stunned by his question, for it caused her mind to focus. "Well, no…" she mumbled. "I asked because of your… unusual name. Of course it doesn't matter." She was embarrassed for herself. Whoever he was, she wasn't making a great first impression. Then she thought about how she must look. She had just gone through God knew what, after traveling for seven hours, and she was only wearing one shoe! She felt the sand beneath her toes, reminding her that she was human after all even if she looked like a nightmare.

"Of course it doesn't," he answered, repeating her words. He allowed her to stand on her own as he reached into his pocket. "It's just a name. Like yours… Casey. A man's name for a lovely woman… intriguing. What does it mean?" She found his slight accent to be very pleasing.

"It's a family name," she said quickly in defense as she stood alone and pulled her sweater down. "Gaelic," she added. She could shake off his raincoat now, since the wind had died down and the electrical storm was moving off toward the direction of Albuquerque. But she really didn't want to move away… yet. Dusk was rapidly beginning to envelop them in the vast desert, adding to the bizarre scene, and she lifted her chin. Kind of a weird conversation to be having, considering the situation.

"Ahh," he murmured as he brought something dark out of his pocket. "And in Gaelic what does it mean?"

She stared at him as he held it out to her. Fear raced through her body when she recognized her missing blue shoe. "Brave," she whispered dumbly. "It means… brave."

"Your shoe, señorita?" he asked with a challenging grin.

Her lips barely moved. "Yes…"

She swore his eyes sparkled with something more than friendliness, something making her reach out and hold on to his shoulder as he lowered his body to squat before her. Knocking sand out of the flat, he held the shoe invitingly in front of her foot.

Oh, this isn't happening… Her mind struggled to find a balance amid the chaos of thoughts and feelings. How could he have her shoe? How could he have survived that lightning? How could he be this handsome? How could she stop mentally rambling and stick her foot into the damn shoe! Jeez, she was beyond rattled!

She pushed her tousled hair back off her face and clutched his shoulder even tighter as she lifted her foot and brushed the sole against her right calf, sensing a tenderness at her heel. The pain, though, was gone. She then slipped her foot, rather awkwardly, into the soft leather. He looked up at her and smiled briefly before rising.

"We must seek shelter for the night," he said, standing beside her as he gently enveloped her in the wide material of his long raincoat again. The coat reminded her of one of those they wear in Australia, a heavy oiled sailcloth protecting them both now from the cool night air.

He was at least a good foot taller than she, and she fit quite snugly under his arm as she joined him to look out over the surrounding desert. "Where's my car?"

He didn't say anything for a few moments. "I would imagine it is still on the road."

She peeked around the edge of his raincoat, not seeing anything but desert. "Where is the road? How far did I get thrown?"

She felt his deep intake of breath, as he hesitated again.

Silence seemed to surround them until Casey heard a faint rumble of thunder, as if warning her she wasn't going to like his answer.

Lowering his gaze, he looked directly into her eyes and said, "You were thrown back about a hundred and twenty years, as far as I can tell right now."

She merely blinked.

"What… ?" she finally was able to mumble. She couldn't have heard him correctly.

He answered her unspoken question. "Yes, you did."

She instinctively pushed him away and pulled herself together. She didn't care if he'd saved her life, or whether he'd come out of a blazing light, or if he was freakin' Starman himself… that couldn't be real!

"Look, where's the road?" she demanded, thinking of how Amy would worry about her and how she would reach her sister.

"I am attempting to help you realize you have just traveled back in time, Casey O'Reilly. It is imperative that you accept what has happened," he added in a serious voice.

Okay, she didn't care if he thought he was the reincarnation of Zorro, or some other western fantasy, he was obviously nuts. Again she pushed strands of sandy hair away from her face before stating flatly, "Look, I need to find my car. I appreciate everything you've done, Luke d' whatever… but I'm not about to play this game." She spit out some sand. "I know I was struck by lightning and my brain is a bit rattled, but I'm walking away from all of this… all right?" She pointed out to the desert. "Let's find the road… now!"

He smiled. Smiled!

"You do live up to your name, Casey O'Reilly. You are brave."

"Yeah… well…" She fumbled for an answer, while nodding her head like an idiot as she backed away from him. How did he know her name? Right! How did he know that?

"How do you know my name?" she demanded in what she thought was a semi-intelligent voice while poking her finger at him. "Tell me that, huh?"

He seemed amused as he reached into an inside pocket of the raincoat and withdrew something. "Your wallet, señorita."

"You went in my purse?" Why that shocked her, she had no idea, considering her situation. Anything was possible now.

"How else was I to know whom I was seeking? Casey O'Reilly. One seventy-four Beacon Street. Langhorne, Pennsylvania. One nine zero four seven. Hair color, blond. Eyes, blue. Weight—"

She grabbed her wallet from him and held it to her stomach. "That's enough!" she interrupted him before she heard those numbers. She had lost ten pounds since that lousy picture was taken nearly two years ago. "Okay, so you saw my license. Thank you…" she added when she realized what she had done. "Thank you for bringing me my wallet… and my shoe, but this proves you know where my car is!" she added with a defiant tone.

He smiled at her again. "Yes, I know where your car is, but you must believe me when I tell you it is not within your reach now. We will not be able to walk to it this night."

"Tsk." Casey clucked her tongue in frustration. She couldn't believe he was continuing with this time-travel story. "Would you please drop the sci-fi, adventure act? It can't be eighteen…" She mentally subtracted 120 years from 2000. "Eighteen eighty-something! It's physically impossible."

He simply nodded and then pushed the hat back on his head, revealing a few strands of tiny black curls that fell onto his forehead. "Yes, of course."

She sensed he might be mocking her again as he turned and looked out into the desert, then repeated, "Now we must find shelter and perhaps some food."

"Well, I need to find some sanity, cause this is madness!" Casey blurted in disgust, turning quickly away and peering into the darkness. "Please… where's my car, the road? I have a sister who is expecting me and will be worried. I must get to her."

"And that is why I am here. I will do everything I can to insure you are returned safely to your family."

"When?" she pleaded, turning back to him.

"When the time… is right. Please, come along with me now. I know of a place in the mountains where we can find shelter."

She didn't move. Terror was racing through her system.

"It is your choice, Casey O'Reilly. I cannot force you to do anything, but I would advise you to trust me, and if you would not trust me… at least trust yourself."

The words of the Jackson Browne song seemed to reverberate inside her head. The next voice you hear will be your own.

Could she trust him? Could she trust herself?

She needed help.

None of it made sense. The car was gone. The road was gone. There was nothing but her and this… this incredible-looking man, who was obviously a little crazy, but had been, for the most part, helpful.

"Well?"

"Wait a minute," she said, looking out to the mountains. They were so far away! Could she walk to them? And what if she did? Would she ever see her sister again?

"Perhaps your decision has been made for you," he murmured, looking away from her.

She followed his line of vision and couldn't see anything, but she did hear something. It sounded like… like metal clanging against wood. "What is it?" she asked.

"I believe a wagon is approaching. Here," he said, removing his coat. "Put this on."

She stared at him, at his soft chambray shirt tucked into tight black trousers; a large belt buckle with a chunk of turquoise captured her attention briefly. "Why do I have to put on your coat? It's way too big. I won't be able to walk in it." She needed to say something to cover up her blatant inspection of him.

He winked at her. "Hopefully, señorita, we won't be walking. However, you are dressed inappropriately for a woman of this time. Accept my direction in this."

"Inappropriate…?" She tried not to sound offended and glanced down at her own attire. She knew she must look a sight, with sand stuck everywhere, but—

"Your jeans would not be explained easily," he continued as though she hadn't interrupted. "A sophisticated woman of this era would be wearing a skirt to cover her legs, so we must improvise as best we can. Quickly, slip your arms into this now," he said, holding out his coat to her, "and trust me," he insisted.

His "sophisticated lady" remark made her turn back to his face. She stared directly into his eyes and was certain she saw another twinkle. Angel or Devil… ? The mental debate continued.

"Por favor. Covered up, you will stir fewer questions, and I assure you we can find you something proper to wear in Santa Fe."

Shaking her head in disbelief at her own submission, Casey turned around and slipped her arms into the huge, heavy coat. It felt like armor around her and weighed her down, the sleeves dangling far beyond her hands.

"Well, when I get to Santa Fe, I can find my sister and then straighten out everything," she asserted, and turned toward the sound of the wagon. She stepped forward, nearly stumbling on the long hem of the coat. Grabbing the bulky fabric up into her hands, she attempted again to walk. "Amy will help me," she added, then began to tramp off in the direction of the approaching vehicle.

She felt his strong hand gently grip her arm, motioning her to stop. "You must wait here, señorita. I shall greet whoever is traveling north at this hour and find out if they are able to assist us." In a fluid motion, he tipped his hat, smiled grandly at her, then brushed ever so slightly against her as he passed.

She watched him stride away, while still feeling the heat of his body inside the coat. Part of her wanted to run after him and make sure he wasn't trying to trick her. Time travel indeed! Like this was some hokey movie of the week, and she was supposed to just blindly follow the big handsome cowboy into the unknown?

Yeah, right!

Seeing the flatbed wagon nearing, she could make out two figures seated upon it in the light of the small lantern they carried. Why didn't they have a car? Then she remembered Amy telling her that although Santa Fe was beautiful, the Indian and Hispanic populations, for the most part, were still impoverished. Casey yanked up the tails of the heavy coat and disobediently followed him. Maybe she could get some sane answers from these people.

She came up beside him as he waited for the wagon to stop. Without turning around, he said in a firm voice, "Do not speak a word, Casey O'Reilly."

"What d'ya mean don't speak?" she demanded.

He turned his head and stared at her. Although it was just after sunset, she could see the seriousness in his expression through the dusk. "These people may not speak any English, and that will only add to your confusion."

"M-my—" she stuttered as she watched him turn with a grin back to the oncoming travelers. Her mouth gaped at his insinuation, leaving her to obey his command. I'm confused? Her mental rant continued. You're the one who thinks he's H. G. Wells, Master Time Traveler. And I'm confused!

"Shh…" he whispered as though he had heard her thoughts, and then began waving at the driver. "Hola! Buenas noches."

She listened as another man's voice answered with the same words. She couldn't help but look in fascination as Luke spoke in rapid Spanish to a man and a woman. In the dim glow of an oil lantern attached to a pole on the wagon, she could see they appeared to be poor, dressed in crude clothing… the man with a tattered jacket, and a long black shawl covering the woman's head and shoulders. Yet they seemed very friendly as they happily conversed with Luke. She had no idea what any of them were saying, and she meekly smiled when they all glanced in her direction. She could only imagine what Luke might be telling them.

He turned to her with a reassuring grin. "We have been offered a ride to town by this most gracious family, Señorita O'Reilly."

Casey smiled again as best she could. "Thank you."

"In their language," he whispered, then tutored, "Muchas gracias…"

She smiled again, wishing she had paid more attention in her high school Spanish class. "Muchas gracias, señor y señora." She remembered that much!

The man and woman smiled back to her and motioned them both to get aboard.

Luke's eyes sparkled again with pleasure. "Muy bien."

Oh, that was a compliment… It meant she had done well. He certainly was taking on the tutor role with gusto. Speak when spoken to, huh? She hesitated briefly in her thoughts when he held out his hand, inviting her into the back of the wagon. Rather than make her point now, Casey merely smiled again to the family, who nodded back to her. But she wasn't about to be silent for the rest of the trip.

Just as she was wondering how in the world she was going to climb into the wagon with such a heavy coat, Luke lifted her off the ground as though she were as light as a feather.

"Oooph—" She wished she'd been able to stop the sound of surprise that burst from her throat when she experienced that moment of wonder… and then found herself promptly deposited in the cluttered back of the crude wagon.

She stood, making more room while he climbed in, and noticed his fancy black cowboy boots. Well, he certainly dressed the part, she thought as she awkwardly lowered herself to the wooden planks. Suddenly she noticed something small moving toward her and she jumped in fright, nearly yelping as two big brown eyes stared directly at her.

Luke laughed along with the couple and spoke again rapidly in Spanish as he settled in across from her. "Their daughter, Elena," he translated. "She is only a babe, and a bit shy of strangers." He tugged on the front of his hat in a show of courtesy to the child huddled in a colorful blanket, then began in a soothing tone, "Mucho gusto, Elena. Soy Luke d'Séraphin, y esta es mi amiga, Señorita Casey O'Reilly. La dama tiene mucha hambre, pero no va a morder una angelita como tú."

Everyone laughed again, except Casey, as they began to rock in a comfortable rhythm with the donkeys' pulling. Now that she could make out her features, Casey saw the child grinning back at Luke.

"What did you say to her?" she asked, wanting to know what was so funny and also wanting to make friends with the child.

"I merely told the little angel it was my pleasure to meet her and there was no need to be afraid as you are a friend of mine." He paused and she watched as a smirk grew on his face.

"That's not all you said to her. I heard 'hungry' in there somewhere."

A boyish look of confession came over his rugged face as he admitted, "I told her, although you were very hungry, you would not bite her."

There was a moment of silence as Casey tried to decide if this man's sense of humor was harmless, then she couldn't help but erupt into a chuckle, which made the small girl giggle in response.

She smiled back, delighted she could make up for the startling meeting when she'd first noticed the child.

"Ven aquí, angelita," he said to the child, and held out his hand. Very hesitantly the girl placed her tiny hand inside his large one and he pulled her onto his lap. Grabbing the blanket, he wrapped it once more around her and grinned down at Elena. "Such a lovely creation" he murmured, and playfully touched the child's nose. "Sí, tú eres muy bonita."

Elena's smile widened with pleasure at the compliment. Shyly she reached up for his wide hat. Luke gave it over and placed it on her tiny head, and the child seemed to disappear.

Without looking up, he spoke again in English. "Esperanza and Sergio are traveling to Esperanza's sister's home to assist in the birth of this little one's cousin. Have you ever witnessed birth, Casey?"

"I saw my dog have puppies once," she muttered, trying very hard not to chuckle as she watched Elena push back the large hat she was practically lost inside and start climbing up on Luke to play with his curly hair. It amazed her the way the man allowed this child to have free rein with him. It was as though he was… well, enchanted or something. She noticed the way he held the child, making sure she was still protected from the night air by the blanket. He must be a father.

That thought stopped all others.

Here she was, being completely rattled by a man she'd just met, and he was probably married. Not likely a guy like him would be single. Silently Casey thought the woman very fortunate… even if he was a tad nuts.

His attention remained on the child as he began speaking. "I have never married, and I am not a father, yet surely I am now holding a miracle… no?" He then turned slightly and stared right into Casey's wide eyes.

Holy shit… this guy must be reading her mind!

She wasn't sure which bit of information stunned her more. That he seemed to read her mind or that he was unmarried. Say nothing, she advised herself, and quickly turned to gaze at the incredible display above them. The stars were so bright, appearing closer than she'd ever known before… and she felt she could almost reach out to grab one. A thought crept into her brain, making her wince. Could the fates be so cruel as to have this man turn out to be uninterested in women? It wouldn't be the first time she'd been fooled.

Casey closed her eyes briefly and whispered a small prayer that she find her sister as quickly as possible and end this craziness, for none of this could be real!

But then… ever since that flat tire, nothing was exactly ordinary.

She heard him laugh lowly, and when she reluctantly opened her eyes, he was still smiling at her as Elena ran her tiny fingers through his curls and giggled with delight.

This time she stifled the groan.