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Authors: Christina Skye,Debbie Macomber

Tags: #Literature & Fiction, #Romance, #Paranormal, #Time Travel, #Holidays, #Ghosts, #Psychics

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A ribbon of mist curled up the hill, adding a layer of unreality to the night. Jared ran for the door … and stopped cold as a wisp of sound drifted through his head, hauntingly sad. Like faint music it echoed from his balcony in teasing waves, now clear, now gone.

A piper here at Draycott Abbey? What mad prank was this?

Irritation and something darker lengthened his stride as he pounded down the abbey’s shadowed corridors. At the outside door cold air struck his face. Once again he heard the faint trill of music.

But now the woman in white was gone.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Jared worked his way across the dark lawns, down through the whispering trees, and there he finally found her. She wasn’t crouched near the north wing, trying to pry open a window. Nor was she razoring out a square of glass to force the lock on a quiet rear door.”

She was sitting on the edge of the stone bridge.

Just sitting.

Smiling, while her legs dangled and she traced invisible patterns over the old stone. Jared stared at her. “Maggie?” he called.

No answer.

Maybe she hadn’t heard him. Maybe she was drunk. Maybe she was restless and had come outside for some fresh air.

All the way to the moat? And she didn’t look drunk. She looked for all the world like she was playing a quiet game, waiting for a lost friend to appear.

Jared plunged down the hillside, frowning as he drew closer. Her bearing seemed wrong. Even her face seemed different here in the moonlight and mist.

Younger.

Excited.

Then the soft white gown moved, skimming her breasts and leaving his stomach twisted in a vicious knot of naked awareness. He hadn’t been intimate with a woman in months—he hadn’t wanted to be. He’d had no inclination for the agonizing link of raw emotions that such a contact would have forced upon him.

So why did desire lash out now? Why did he feel her with every nerve in his body?

The whole scenario was unexplainable. Then Jared remembered that Draycott Abbey had a reputation for bringing the impossible to life.

Her mouth swept into a quick smile as he approached. Her head tilted, and her laughter rippled like morning sunlight.

The sound chilled him. It was too young, too innocent. What in heaven’s name was happening? “Maggie?”

As before, there was no answer. He stared, suddenly cold, feeling the ground shift beneath him.

Moonlight touched the long sleeves of her simple gown with silver as she rose to her feet. Her full breasts rose and fell, each high curve outlined clearly through the soft white fabric.

Jared’s jaw clenched at the sight. “Why don’t you answer me?”

Her head cocked. White and silent, poised at the top of the bridge, she was a study in innocence.

“Well?”

A frown marred the pale beauty of her face. She shifted from side to side, and the leaves in her hands fell like scattered rose petals.

“Answer me.” Exhaustion made his voice harsh. “Say something, damn it.”

Her fingers plucked at the folds of the cambric gown. “My lord? Do you finally come for me now, after all these months of silence?”

There was a sweetness to her voice that fit perfectly with the surreal atmosphere of the night. She might almost have been a child—if Jared could have ignored the full curves and dark, enticing hollows beneath her thin gown.

Which he bloody well couldn’t. No man could have.

His muscles locked in taut awareness. “Get down or you’ll be hurt.”

But she only leaned forward, smiling. “Nay, my lord. Come, catch me here as you were wont to do.” Her hands stretched toward him. “Unless the fine ladies at court now hold all your regard.”

“Stop,” Jared hissed, realizing she meant to fall and let him catch her. But it was too late. She moved toward the edge of the stone bridge and stepped off.

He caught her with a jolt of pain, cursing as they toppled onto the damp earth, barely missing the moat. Jared rolled sideways and pinned her beneath him.

Softness anchored him at hip and chest, and the intimate contact slammed his body to full arousal. She was strong for a woman, her muscles trim but defined by hours of work at shaping and cutting metal. The force of the link between them plunged Jared straight into the chaotic images of her mind. She was still asleep, he realized. And in her dreams, she seemed to recognize him.

Not as he looked now, but with a different face and different garb.

What in the name of heaven did it mean?

He pulled away, afraid to touch her longer. “What are you about, woman?”

She stared up at him, puzzled. “Why so cold, my lord? You were not so harsh when last we parted here on the bridge.” Her chin rose. “‘
Tis
the court which is to blame, I trow. The Queen and her ways make you frown most ill.”

Court?
What was she talking about?

“Do not measure me so bitterly.” Her fingers opened, tracing his cheek, and Jared felt the touch race through a hundred searing nerve ends.

“I don’t. I’m simply trying to understand you.”

She sighed. “My father gave up long ago. Now court holds him in its thrall, too. He has forgotten my very existence.”

“Damn it, what are you talking about?”

Her palm gently covered his mouth. “Have I done aught to offend? Has cook’s fare been ill? If so, I will tend it with my own hand.” Then her cheeks filled with sudden color. “Perhaps my doublet and hose displease you.”

Her words made the tiny hairs rise along Jared’s neck.
Doublet and hose?

“Enough,” he growled, fighting the spell of her odd speech and the soft perfume drifting from her skin. ‘‘What are you doing out here, Maggie?”

“Maggie? I know no Maggie.”


You
are Maggie.”

Jared could have sworn there was genuine confusion in her face. “Nay, not I.”

He gripped her hand and pulled her to her feet. “You’re coming inside and no more discussion.”

“As you will, my lord. And would you choose for me to share your bed—”

Bed?

Jared froze, every muscle tense. “What are you talking about?”

“As your wife, it is only meet and proper.” Her voice fell. “Unless you find me repellent and not to your liking.”

“No, damn it, of course I don’t find you repellent. That is, I don’t find you any way at all.” He jammed hard fingers through his hair. How had he gotten into this bloody argument? There was no wife lurking in his past. He had made damned sure that no one was entangled with him. Not wife, or mistress, or any other partner.

She looked at him, all innocence, her eyes overflowing with adulation and love.

Was she caught in some kind of dream?

With a curse he turned, half-shoving her up the rocky slope toward the house. “Fine,” he muttered. “If your name isn’t Maggie, tell me what it is.”

She stumbled over a stone. “My name? You must know it full well by now. It has been four years since we met, my lord.”

“Stop calling me that.”

“Very well, my—” She caught back the phrase just in time. “I am Gwynna. You took me as your wife.”

“I have no wife, damn it.”

She spun about, her eyes huge and wild. “You were never wont to be so cruel, my lord. Cold and distant, but never knowingly to deal such pain. You know well that we were wed.”

Jared watched a tear creep down her cheek. He clenched his hands against a restless urge to pull her close and trace that salty path with his mouth. Somehow he seemed to know exactly how she would taste, how she would feel against his painfully hardening body. Madness or not, the image enflamed him until thought and breath seemed impossible.

In his turmoil, he almost missed the first faint probing. It came at his back, slow and tentative. Jared stiffened as the touch grew sharper.

Someone was behind them, out in the darkness.
Watching
.

Again the feeling came, light and subtle, like the brush of searching fingers Some new infrared tracking device? If so, Jared had never felt such contact before.

Gripping her arm, he pulled her back into the shadows.

“Why—”


Quiet
.”

To her credit, she caught his urgency and fell silent beside him. Overhead the leaves stirred in a wild dance that set shadows flickering over the cold slopes.

He tried to ignore the restless network of her thoughts and the warm pressure of her body while he focused on the threat behind them. Somewhere to the north a bird shot from the dense foliage.

“Stay down,” he ordered, pulling her toward the dense trees behind the stables. With luck and careful movements, they might avoid being seen. But first they had a rugged, stony slope to traverse “No noise.” Jared pointed up to the abbey visible through the trees. “We’ll go the back way.”

Her brow creased. “‘
Tis
a sort of game you wish to play?”

Jared didn’t have time to argue or explain. He had to get them inside. “Just keep quiet and stay close.”

Grimly, he tugged her forward, keeping to the mottled edge of shadows The first yards were slow but manageable, and then the slope pitched sharply, rising to a tangle of rocks.

“Go ahead of me,” he whispered, gripping her waist and pushing her forward. He stiffened at the contact, struck by the rush of her fear and confusion. Yet again he glimpsed his face as she saw him.

Wrong
, he thought.
All wrong. A different face with longer hair and younger, happier eyes. The face of a stranger.

But Jared had no time to ponder the image. As soon as he could, he released her, gasping as the contact broke. To his relief she moved ahead, her steps surprisingly nimble, as if she had taken this route before. But Jared was certain that he had not brought Maggie here.

Two yards. Three. Four.

Abruptly he felt the probing return. So they’d been spotted, their passage marked. Long nights in dangerous places had taught him to expect the worst, and he did that now. Body tense, he shoved Maggie directly in front of him, shielding her from a laser sight or the bullets that might target them at any second.

The night lay silent from moat to maze. Not even the wind stirred now.

Jared stared back into the darkness, watching for movement. A hint of light flickered briefly beyond the moat, then winked out. They had fifteen more yards, and she seemed to be struggling for breath.

He caught her as she slipped on a bare piece of granite and felt her fear surface in his mind. “Stay to the right!” he whispered. “There’s no clear footing if you—”

Too late. His words were lost beneath her cry of panic as she swayed and plunged forward in a blur of white, striking the naked stone.

The prickle at Jared’s neck sharpened to a stab. Her cry had been unmistakable in the silence. They were in immediate danger, and he had to get her up and moving.

He cradled her face and cursed to see blood matting her hair and cheek. He prayed that she hadn’t broken any bones. “Hang on,” he whispered. “I’m going to carry you.”

She whimpered as he swung her up over his shoulder and bent into a crouch for the last punishing climb across the rocks. As soon as they reached safe ground, he sprinted for the stables. His back was tight as he negotiated the final yards of damp grass. If they were a target, the bullets would come now in their final window of exposure.

He felt something heavy and cold gather in the darkness behind them. He gripped Maggie tightly, then crouched to make the smallest target. Down the hill on the south slope of the abbey, he heard the crack of twigs.

Then they reached the haven of the stables. Abruptly the movements ceased. There was no sound then, no sign that there had been any pursuit. But Jared sensed the cold rage that exploded out at them from the darkness.

It was almost worse than any bullet.

~ ~ ~

Maggie was sheet-white and bleeding. He set her carefully on an antique velvet sofa in Nicholas’s office. He touched her cheek, but she did not speak.

Out cold, he realized.

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