Falling Through Time by Cynthia Luhrs

Author:Cynthia Luhrs
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Cynthia Luhrs

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Violet’s hands shook when Duncan put the car in park. He’d asked her if he could drive, and in a moment of insanity, she’d agreed.

It wasn’t like anyone would check for his license. So she moved the car to an empty parking lot down the street and showed him the basics. After a few false starts he had it down and loved driving, the faster the better.

Violet promised that tomorrow they’d spend the day at the beach. He was like a little kid, the wonder and joy he found in the smallest things, like the scent of a bar of soap or watching a kite in the sky. As much as she wanted to be mad at him for destroying her phone and tablet, not to mention putting her behind on her designs, she smiled more and was happier than she’d been in a long time.

“Is this the place?” Duncan stretched as he got out of the car. The more time she spent with him, the more she believed he might have traveled through time. It was crazy and yet, if it were true?

“This is it. The coin shop is three doors down.”

She pointed down the street. “I need to meet Sam and see if the shop suffered any damage. Then I can meet you there.”

“Nay, lass.” Duncan took her arm as they walked to the boutique. “I go with ye. Then we will change my money to paper.” He snorted. “Gold to paper. ’Tis a strange world.”

After she unlocked the door, he gently pulled her behind him.

“Let me go first to make sure all is well.”

“Sam?” Violet was thankful he’d boarded up the windows before the storm. She would have to set up the displays again, but that was so much better than having to replace everything. It didn’t look like there was much damage.

“Sam? It’s Violet.”

The hammering coming from the back of the shop, stopped.

Sam met them halfway through the shop.

“Violet. How did you survive the storm?” Her grandmother’s handyman caught sight of Duncan.

“Who might this be?” He grinned at her, making her roll her eyes. The old matchmaker.

“Sam. This is Duncan.” She looked at Duncan. “This is Sam.”

They shook hands and of course, Duncan had a thousand questions spilling off his tongue. Sam led the way, Duncan talking a mile a minute. He was going to help Sam finish cutting boards to board up a shop across the street who hadn’t boarded up their windows before the storm.

The display racks and clothes were safely upstairs. The display cases were fine, and the mannequins were upstairs, waiting.

They’d been extremely lucky. Sam probably already let her grandmother know the old boutique was fine, but Violet sent her a text to let her know things were okay. She added on that she had something to discuss, leaving out the fact it was a man. A medieval man from Scotland.

Violet carried a couple mannequins downstairs. Someday she’d have her own line of clothing. Her parents would be proud of her and wouldn’t think she was a failure because she’d dropped out of college.

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