Saving Yesterday (TimeShifters Book 1) by Jess Evander & Jessica Keller

Author:Jess Evander & Jessica Keller [Jess Evander & Jessica Keller]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Phantom Ship Press
Published: 2014-02-16T07:00:00+00:00

Pink hues pool in my bedroom, the blush from the first kiss of the morning sun. Situations always look different in the light of a new day. This goes double if your bedroom lacks twenty-first-century blinds.

With a groan, I yank the down pillow over my head. I have every intention of staying right here. Pretending Michael’s not mad at me, and that I don’t have to rescue some short, bearded man today. That is until I remember that people back in the day had bad hygiene and carried bedbugs. There isn’t some sort of hotel inspection board that sets rules for cleanliness. I bolt out of the bed, and dance around the room, shaking my arms, hopefully flinging away any plague I might have picked up.

The water in the basin is now frigid. I splash my face with a yelp. My shirt’s still dirty, completely crusted over now that the mud is dry. Why didn’t I at least soak it in water last night? I could have gotten the worst of the mess off. Sure, it wouldn’t have been dry by morning, but maybe I could have given Michael his shirt tomorrow. Instead, he’ll have to go without the spare. But who knows, maybe we’ll be back in Keleusma laughing tonight.

A girl can dream.

His shirt swims on me, but there’s not much I can do about that. Grouping the extra fabric on the bottom, I tie a knot. I look every bit like an Eighties hair band groupie. Oh well. I yank the binding out of my braid and comb my fingers through my hair. Would it kill the people in this time to have mirrors in their rooms? Only Michael will be able to see what I really look like. Maybe he packed a brush in his backpack of wonders.

Doubtful. Michael’s more of the focus-on-necessities type of guy. Besides, he rattled off most of the contents yesterday. Water bottle, iodine, crackers, beef jerky, a knife, and a wool blanket. Nothing that screams makeover.

There’s a soft knock on my door. It’s Michael. Complete with bags under his eyes and impressive bedhead.

He rests his hand on the hallway wall, leaning into, but not entering my room. “Ready?”

I want to tell him no. Offer him a chance to play hooky for once in his life. But he was so upset with me last night. That thought melts the words on my tongue. I need to be here for him in this mission. Not get in the way. More than that, I need to become an essential part. Prove to him that my being here isn’t a mistake. Dare I hope he’ll think we make a good team?

So instead of what I want, I say, “yup.” Not my most eloquent moment, but it’s early. I join him in the hall and we head downstairs.

The clerk from last night is in the lobby straightening a stack of papers. He beams when he spots us. “Breakfast is on the veranda this morning.” Following us outside, he points in the direction of a metal table and chairs.

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