Page 21 of Dream Mates
Wrapping her in her favorite fuzzy blanket, which smelled of her and Evan, I hauled us into the sea of pillows and blankets. Bringing down the net curtain that separated the seat from the room, I threw another blanket over us.
“I’m right here, Darling. You’re home, safe, and here in my arms,” I murmured, peppering her face with the lightest of kisses. I felt a hardness between her breasts.
What?
“Pardon me.” I put my hand down her dress, my hand curling around the rectangular object in her bra. “That is a strange place to keep your phone.”
It was also dead. I texted the group chat.
Me
Grace was just dropped off at the house. She’s unconscious and in my arms.
Immediately, I got a text from Riley with a screenshot of me holding Grace in the doorway, probably from the door camera.
Riley
Grace!!! I knew it. Did they take her phone? No location.
Me
It’s dead.
Riley
She okay?
Me
She’s unconscious. I’m not sure what happened other than she’s back.
I didn’t see visible injuries, though the brace on her wrist and walking cast on her foot were different.
Riley
Aren’t you glad you stayed at the house?
Me
I am.
What would have happened had I not answered?
Running my fingers through her hair, down her face and arms, I let Grace know that she was here with me.
I replayed the strange encounter with the agent over and over in my mind. If she hadn’t been guilty or suspected of anything, then why did they take her?
The idea of the Temporal Police bringing her back was bizarre. But, then so was her appearance on the exact park bench that was special to her and Wes, when she couldn’t even remember her name.
What did I know about the Temporal Police anyway?
I sat there, curled in her little window seat, talking to her softly, occasionally checking my phone to see if anyone responded.
Perhaps it was better that they didn’t reply. Wes and Evan would want me to take her to the cabin right now. While she’d want them, she had much more immediate needs. I’d care for her, then see if she was up to the drive tomorrow.
Holding her so that her head was on my chest, I dozed off. Whimpering woke me, as she thrashed in her sleep.
“Grace, it’s all right, you’re home and safe,” I whispered.
