Touch of Enchantment

by Teresa Medeiros

  She touched a hand to her belly. She wouldn't be trim much longer, but she would eagerly welcome the visible proof that she had once been loved by a man like Colin.

  A few months ago she would have stammered and squirmed in such a situation, but as she faced the pack of reporters sniffing for any whiff of scandal, she held her head high and smiled through a sheen of tears. "I can only tell you that the father of my baby was…" she faltered, "… is one of the finest men I will ever have the honor to know – a true hero in every sense of the word. It's one of the keenest regrets of my life that it will be impossible for him to take an active role in the raising of our child."

  Her cryptic answer only sent them into a feeding frenzy.

  "By his choice or yours, Miss Lennox?"

  "Is he married?"

  "Is he gay?"

  Tristan was about to step back into the fray when a cellular telephone chirped. Nearly growling with impatience, he withdrew from everyone's earshot and drew a flip phone from his tuxedo jacket.

  "Lennox," he barked into the mouthpiece. "What the hell are you babbling about, Sven? You know I don't speak Norwegian." He paused. "An intruder? Are you sure? Well, get some backup and call the police. Disarm him if you can. That's what I pay you eighty thousand a year for." A longer pause. "He disarmed you?"Tristan's voice rose to a shout, provoking several curious stares, including his wife's. "With what?"A sword!" As the blood drained from his head, Tristan almost dropped the phone, but caught it before it could hit the floor. "For God's sake, don't shoot him! What do you mean he's already coming…?"

  Tristan didn't have time to ask for clarification, for the elevator door at the far end of the ballroom was already gliding open to reveal its only occupant.

  Tristan dropped the phone at the precise moment Arian's wineglass slipped from her hand to shatter on the marble floor. As their guests pivoted and craned their necks to catch a glimpse of the new arrival, a wave of stunned murmurs surged through the ballroom.

  Relieved to be rescued from the press's hounding, Tabitha turned to see what all the fuss was about.

  And found herself gazing into the golden eyes of a knight in shining armor. He marched off the elevator and across the ballroom, his scowl fierce enough to send even the most intrepid gawkers scrambling backward. He looked more than capable of using the massive sword sheathed at his hip to lop off the head of anyone foolish enough to stand in his way. His dark hair haloed his face in a frightful tangle.

  Tabitha stood utterly still, terrified that if she so much as breathed she would wake herself up and this dream would end like all the others, leaving her to cry herself back to sleep.

  An elderly woman who had been on the board of Lennox Enterprises since long before Tabitha was born said, "Look at that outrageous costume! He must be a male stripper." She turned up her patrician nose and sniffed in disdain. "I always thought Lennox had better taste in entertainment."

  "Oh, I hope not," her blue-haired companion replied, eyeing the intruder's well-muscled shoulders with the appreciation of a connoisseur.

  The knight's relentless approach scattered the lingering reporters and photographers, although several of them retained enough of their wits to fumble in their camera bags for fresh film and batteries.

  Although Tabitha still hadn't breathed, she could do nothing about the tears trickling steadily down her cheeks. As Colin knelt on one knee at her feet and brought her hand to his lips, they fell on his head like a gentle spring rain sent by God to thaw the frozen earth.

  "My lady," he whispered, tasting her skin as if he would have liked to devour her where she stood.

  Her breath escaped in a joyous sob. Then she was on her knees and in the arms of the man she loved, kissing his brow, his cheeks, his nose, and finally his soft, remarkable mouth. They were both oblivious to the cameras flashing and the reporters frantically scribbling notes. Time ceased to exist except for that one moment that seemed as if it would surely go on forever.

  Until Tristan reached down and tapped Colin on the shoulder.

  Tabitha moaned a protest as Colin reluctantly disengaged his lips from hers and turned his head to find himself gazing into a stern masculine visage. He glanced back at Tabitha, then at Tristan. The resemblance was unmistakable.

  As Colin rose, the two men sized each other up like rival bulldogs vying for the same bone. Tristan was taller, but Colin was the more muscular of the two.

  Colin cleared his throat as if that bone had become lodged in it. "You must be Tabitha's father. 'Tis an honor to meet you, sir. I should like to pledge my troth to your daughter and pray you'll grant me your leave to make her my wife."

  A thrill of pride and happiness shot through Tabitha's veins.

  But that was before her father slammed his fist into Colin's jaw, sending him sprawling back to the floor.

  "Daddy!" she wailed, crawling to Colin's side.

  "Tristan, really!" Arian rolled her eyes.

  Colin rubbed his jaw, shooting Tabitha a rueful glance. "You claimed he'd punch me in the nose."

  Tristan stood over him, massaging his knuckles. "That was for breaking my little girl's heart and getting her pregnant without marrying her first." He extended his hand, a radiant smile breaking over his face. "Welcome to the family, son."

  As her father tugged Colin to his feet, clapping him on the back as if he were a long-lost fraternity brother, Tabitha sprang to her own feet. "Hey, wait just a minute! This is the twenty-first century, you know. Don't I get a say in who I'm going to marry?"

  Colin drew her into his arms, cupping one of his powerful hands gently over her stomach. His misty eyes reflected her own wonder. "I fear you've no choice, lass. If 'tis my bairn tucked away in there, Auld Nana will insist I make you my wife. Wee Blythe won't be wee forever and Nana won't be happy until she has another Ravenshaw babe in her nursery."

  Tabitha wrapped her arms around his neck. Colin didn't know it yet, but Auld Nana would soon have a nursery full of their babies – three boys and two girls to be exact. "Then I think she's going to be very happy indeed."

  "Not as happy as I'm going to make you, lass," he vowed, kissing her softly on the lips.

  "I don't understand," she murmured. "How did you get here?"

  Uncle Cop cleared his throat and pointed at Tristan.

  Tabitha noted the shadows of exhaustion beneath her father's eyes for the first time. "Daddy?"

  He nodded. "I can't explain exactly how I did it. I thought my last experiment ended in disaster, but I must have stumbled on something without realizing it."

  Tabitha reached out and patted his freshly shaven cheek. "Oh, Daddy, you were always my hero."

  He kissed her fingers before placing her hand on Colin's shoulder and backing into Arian's waiting arms. "That's one job title I'm ready to relinquish to someone more qualified."

  Colin nodded. "Thank you, sir. You won't regret it."

  The reporters were beginning to crowd around them in earnest. Tristan retrieved his flip phone from the floor before it could be trampled, nodding toward the elevator. "You two go on. I'll have Sven waiting to escort you back to the laboratory."

  Tabitha squealed with surprise as Colin scooped her up in his brawny arms and started for the elevator. The reporters trailed after them, giving him a wide berth, but still daring to snap photos and shout questions at his broad back.

  "How long have the two of you known each other?"

  "Seven hundred and sixty-six years," Colin replied without missing a step.

  "Are you the father of Miss Lennox's baby, sir?"

  "I'm going to be the father of all her babes."

  "Do the two of you plan to make your home in New York or somewhere else?"

  Tabitha and Colin exchanged a startled glance before bursting into laughter and saying in unison, "Somewhere else."

  As they boarded the elevator and turned around, Tristan and Arian were elbowing their way to the front of the crowd. Tristan reached around and punched the button for the thirteen
th floor while Arian blew them a frantic kiss.

  Her mother was forced to yell over the clamor of the crowd. "Your father says we can come visit you when the baby's born. And at Christmas and Thanksgiving."

  "And Candlemas," Colin added sternly.

  "Bring diapers," Tabitha shouted back. "And cream rinse and antibiotics and toilet paper and aspirin and chocolate and soap." The elevator door began to glide shut. "And tampons!"

  Then they were alone at last with no shouting reporters, no flashing cameras, and no well-meaning parents. She gazed shyly into Colin's darklashed eyes, finally understanding why all of her earlier attempts to wish herself home had failed.

  Because no matter how far she traveled through time, this man's arms would always be her home.

  As the elevator started downward, Colin arched one eyebrow at her. Tabitha suspected she was going to see that same naughty expression on her firstborn son's face only too soon. "Do you ever wish time could stop for just a wee bit, lass?"

  Tabitha grinned. "That's one wish I can grant."

  As her lips melted against his, she reached out and pushed the Emergency button, bringing time to a grinding halt.

  Epilogue

  From the front page of the Global Inquirer, New York City, May 18, 2020:

  BILLIONAIRE INDUSTRIALIST ANNOUNCES MARRIAGE OF ONLY DAUGHTER

  Mr. and Mrs. Tristan and Arian Lennox announced the marriage of their only daughter Tabitha at a press conference held at Lennox Enterprises this morning. The groom created quite a stir last week when he marched into an exclusive cocktail party dressed as a knight in shining armor, dropped to his knees at Miss Lennox's feet, and proposed. Although the romantic gesture had many of the guests swooning in envy, Mrs. Flora Biddlesworth informed this reporter that she was sure she'd seen the mystery man moonlighting at a strip club on the east side of town. When Mrs. Biddlesworth was asked if it was her habit to frequent such establishments, she declined further comment.

  About the Author

  USA Today bestseller Teresa Medeiros has well over two million copies of her books in print. She was recently chosen one of the Top Ten Favorite Romance Authors by Affaire de Coeur magazine and won the Romantic Times Reviewers Choice Award for Best Historical Love and Laughter. A former Army brat and registered nurse, Teresa wrote her first novel at the age of twenty-one and has since gone on to win the hearts of critics and readers alike. Teresa currently lives in Kentucky with her husband, Michael, four cats, and one floppy-eared Doberman. Writing romance allows her to express her own heartfelt beliefs in faith, hope, and the enduring power of love to bring about a happy ending.