Ask a Shadow to Dance by George Linda

Author:George, Linda [George, Linda]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Linda George/George Enterprises
Published: 2013-06-20T21:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

“Damn it, Bob! Why did you have to call me back? I was there! I can’t believe—”

“David, calm down. I’ll explain—”

“You’d better have a damn good reason—”

“You stopped breathing.”

David halted his tirade and took several deep breaths. “Completely?”

“Damn near it, Bro.”

He looked at Joe for the first time since Bob had brought him out of the trance. Joe’s face was so pale, and David realized he must have been in real jeopardy for Joe to be that spooked. David tried to stand, but swayed with a sudden bout of dizziness. Bob grabbed his arm and lowered him back to the couch. He dropped his head between his knees and tried to regulate his breathing. The trance must have taken him deeper than any of them expected. But he’d made it. No matter what had happened, it was worth every precious minute he’d spent with her.

“Now, David, I want you to relax and listen to the tape.”

“The tape?” He’d forgotten. When he sat up, the dizziness came back.

“If you aren’t going to keep your head down, then lie back on the couch until you’ve had a chance to recuperate.”

He did.

“I have to tell you, David, I never expected this hare-brained scheme to work. When it did—and your breathing and vitals diminished the farther back in time you went—I wondered if I was going to be able to bring you home again.” He went to a cabinet behind his desk, pulled out a bottle of brandy and three glasses and filled each of them halfway. Joe took one. Bob handed another to David. “Here. Drink this.”

He sipped the brandy, which burned its way to his stomach, and pivoted on the couch until he was flat again. He had to admit it felt better than having his head swim like a drunken sailor.

While the tape of the session played, David relived it in his mind, supplying Lisette’s voice where blanks occurred on the tape. By the end, his voice was so weak he could see why Bob and Joe had been insistent on calling him back. Did that mean he was close to the point of no return? Was that possible? What would “the point of no return” be? Death? Permanent residence in the nineteenth century? Joe’s voice was on the tape too, with language unusual for him. Frantic and insistent. Thinking he was about to lose a brother.

“That’s when we lost contact. You stopped talking—and your respiration was down to four a minute.” Bob leaned back in his chair, reached for his brandy and finished it, then steepled his fingers.

“Four?” Incredible. When he kissed her—and she kissed back. Damn.

Bob leaned forward. “David, what happened after that last part on the tape? You almost didn’t come back.”

Joe got up, cleared his throat noisily. “I think I have a good idea. You were close to her. Weren’t you?”

“Not as close as I wanted to be.”

Bob went to his desk. “I’m not sure planting that suggestion about dreaming was such a good idea, David. To tell you the truth, I’d be afraid for you to go under again without someone there.

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