Morgan,
I’m sorry, the information I sent you regarding Miss Callie Mae Walker was…
Suddenly light-headed, Cara picked up the clipping and as a roaring began in her ears, it disappeared. Gone! The paper evaporated into thin air. Frantically, she searched her desktop, unable to believe what her eyes had seen.
“Damn you, Morgan,” she yelled, slapping her desk. He’d done it! He’d changed history. Whatever was supposed to happen to Miss Walker had been averted. The fool had interfered and he’d promised her he wouldn’t, the bastard. Dropping her aching head on her arms, she kicked the leg of her desk.
“Hey now,” a stern voice said, entering her office. “You know I don’t approve of cursing. It’s really beneath you, my dear.”
Cara stood on shaking legs.
“Morgan,” she breathed in shock, clutching the edge of her desk.
“Yes, darling, you do not look well,” he replied, concern obvious in his eyes. Coming around her desk, he slipped a strong arm around her and eased her into her chair. “What is it?”
Cara shook her head. He looked like Morgan, tall, muscular, the same dark hair and warm eyes, but he was different too. His voice had a different cadence and was not quite as deep.
For some reason, he was wearing a white lab coat and she glanced at the badge around his neck.
Dr. Morgan Whittaker, Director.
“Holy shit!” she exclaimed.
Frowning, the man took her hands in his and squeezed her cold fingers. Looking at his well-manicured nails, she noticed his wedding ring and then she noticed hers. Platinum, they were a matched set except for the large marquise diamond that topped the engagement ring, nestled beside her band.
Instantly, her mind was flooded with memories. This man clapping as she received her PhD. A wedding in a cathedral with her wearing a beautiful white gown, the church full of people she couldn’t put names to. A honeymoon in Paris, naked arms and limbs entangled as incredible pleasure left her breathless. There was a house, a huge mansion with pillars on the portico. She could see them in the pool, naked, laughing as he chased her down and kissed her.
There were stables. This man was on a horse and she was shaking her head no before he reached down and plucked her from the ground, placing her on his lap facing him and galloping away as she clung to him.
There were more disturbing images, sexual images where she was over his knees and he was spanking her, a formidable expression on his face as she pleaded with him.
His fingers moved to her wrist, taking her pulse as he watched her carefully. “Do you need medical attention?” he asked worriedly.
Cara stared into space, her eyes unfocused as she tried to untangle the swirling jumble of memories. Could she still remember Morgan, the real Morgan? No, that wasn’t quite right as the man kneeling beside her was obviously real. He was solid, and something Morgan had done more than one hundred years ago had changed her entire life. She could still remember their wedding at the courthouse, the terrible fire that took his parents’ lives, the shadow of a man who returned from active duty, and their disastrous union plagued by death and heartache, mistrust and indifference.
“Come along, darling. I’m taking you home to rest and if you’re not feeling better, I think we’d better cancel for tonight. You won’t enjoy the opera in this condition,” he said kindly as he helped her to her feet and wrapped an arm around her.
“No,” Cara cried looking up into his eyes. “Besides I have work to do here,” she continued, glancing at the letter on her desk.
“There’s nothing that can’t wait until tomorrow,” he insisted firmly, patting her ass. “You’re going home to rest and don’t argue with me, or you’ll be napping with a sore bottom. I’ll decide if we’re going out later. There’s nothing more important than your well-being, darling.”
Cara felt her heart flutter as she allowed him to lead her from her office.
The End
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Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Epilogue
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