Butterman (Time) Travel, Inc. by PK Hrezo

Author:PK Hrezo
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: romance, scifi, young adult, music, time travel, new adult

CHAPTER 15

My arms weaken from my perch on the wood piling, and I glance below. Tristan’s beneath me, staring, his bare feet caked with mud, his bead-strewn chest and once-white snow pants tainted with dried dirt. Flecks of sunlight shimmer gold in his blond shag from the afternoon light.

Through an explosion of adrenaline, I’m overcome with the urge to fling my arms around him. Quickly, I climb down, my eyes fastened on his. “Did you hear that?”

He regards me, a smile playing at his lips, dark brows arched behind his tousled bangs. “Everyone in Sullivan County heard that.”

My gaze holds onto his, unrelenting, and through the sound-filled silence, a connection binds us. Firm and tight. He experienced the same thing I did—through this entire journey, we’ve shared everything. We are the strangers united through music, preserved in time. “That was … so … I can’t even explain.”

A full grin pulls the corners of his lips up now. “You don’t have to, Butterman. I was there. Should’ve known Janis Joplin would rock your world. Makes sense, now that I think of it.”

I’m about to ask what that’s supposed to mean when Nancy appears, slips her arms around Tristan’s waist. “Come on, baby. Only got a few minutes then we miss our window.”

Her words send a shiver down my spine. How’s that for a slice of reality pie? We will miss our window. I check my watch. We have all of fifteen minutes to see Hendrix if we’re to keep my hour buffer to reach Essence.

“Tristan,” I say, “we have to move fast. I don’t see how we can get into see this guy and get back in time.”

“That’s what I’m saying,” Nancy says, turns with Tristan’s hand in hers. “Follow me.”

Tristan hangs back to face me, though his body is moving forward. “We can do this. You can’t expect me to be this close and give it up now.”

“I gave up meeting Dirk.”

Tristan grabs my arm, forcing me to move faster, with Nancy still fixed to his other side. “You gotta know how epic this is for me. What if we go back to the time-craft—can you move us forward so we can be here already? I mean, like your slogan, right? Time is in our hands.”

I groan. “Nice try, but if we keep messing around with this time string we’re gonna shake ourselves up. And I’m not playing anymore games. You can come back here during another time trip.”

If we’re still in the time travel business, that is.

“We’ve got fifteen minutes, and I intend to use it.” He lets my arm go and quickens his pace.

Forced to keep up, I follow them, ignoring the spurt of jealousy rising in my chest. I want to scratch it away with my fingernails, along with Nancy’s arm at Tristan’s back. Over the course of our steps, it’s falling lower and lower down his waist til almost in slo-mo, her hand cups his ass, then falls away, right as we approach the trailer door.

Nancy knocks, and some guy in a white tee shirt steps aside for her to enter.

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