Starting over at forty-one had never been on her bucket list…
When newly single Lacy Baker decided to figure out what she was going to do with the rest of her life, the cabin she’d inherited from her parents seemed like the perfect place to make some plans. But a carelessly spoken wish and unexpected encounter with a mysterious stranger put those plans on hold. Now, thrust back to a past that is no longer hers, she has to depend on the kindness of another stranger to help her find the way home.
He’d make a lousy knight in shining armor…
Waking up to find a beautiful woman holding the sharp end of a fireplace poker against his neck had been a shock, but it was nothing compared to the outrageous tale Lacy had spun. From the future? Ha! Alec McKay would have laughed—if the evidence hadn’t been quite so convincing. Determined to help her return to 2014, it doesn’t take long before he begins to hope she’s caught in the past with him forever.
“What are you doing in my house! Are you the satellite guy?”
This time, the voice was a little louder, and definitely not part of a dream. Hard as he tried, he couldn’t place it. That she was furious, terrified even, was clear in the way her voice trembled, in the way the end of what he assumed was the poker for the wood stove wobbled against his neck. Even so, she held it with just enough force that he hesitated to react until he’d come up with a plan to deal with the intruder in his house. One wrong move and he’d be skewered and so he pretended to come awake slowly, taking his time opening his eyes so he could assess the situation.
“Who are you?” he mumbled, staring through half-closed lids—at one of the most beautiful women he’d ever seen.
“That’s none of your business,” she snapped, pressing the poker a bit harder. Alec swallowed hard. “Who are you? How did you get in here? I know I locked the door when I left.”
Talk about a lunatic— She locked the door? To his house? Yeah, right. He tried to think if he’d ever heard of a mental institution nearby, but came up blank. Maybe she belonged to one of the neighbors. Of course, having lived here for all of his life, that didn’t seem likely. If someone had a relative who wasn’t right in the mind, surely he’d have heard about it.
“If you don’t leave, I’m going to call the police,” she threatened, but she trembled even more so he thought this might be a good time to disarm her.
Taking a slow, shallow breath, he opened his eyes wide. It seemed to take her by surprise and he reached up so fast he didn’t even feel his hand move. In an instant, he grasped the poker and pushed it away. Rolling off the cushions, he jumped to his feet and took several quick steps away from her.
Standing at one end of the coffee table, he kept his distance from the blond standing before him. She was still wielding the poker like a weapon, and she didn’t look remotely close to being crazy. Just mad—and afraid.
“Look, lady, I don’t know. Maybe you’re on vacation and got lost or something, but this is my house. I’ve owned it for the past four years. You’re the one who’s trespassing.”
Something seemed to catch her eye and she looked around, her expression one of horror. The more she took in of their surroundings, the lower the sharp piece of iron dropped. She brought her free hand up to cover her quivering lips and he watched as tears filled her eyes.