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insurance card and ID. Which you don’t have.”
    “Which I don’t have.” He loved when she bit her lip. It speared thoughts in his head that no proper gentleman should carry. “It just needs to be cleaned.”
    “Can you walk? My apartment is only about a block, and I have large bandages.”
    A bystander gave them a clean rag and Samantha gingerly bound his leg.
    “We better get out of here in case the police arrive,” she said. “You don’t need any more hassles added on to your day.”
    With an arm around her shoulder and her guidance, he made it the few blocks to her residence. Hadley thought he recognized the two-floor brick building. It must be from his time. But the 1800 were no longer his time, this was.
    Samantha opened the door with a key and kicked it with her foot. She led him across the room to rest on a plush blue chair with fluffy pillows. The fabric was soft as silk, only sturdier.
    She disappeared to return after a short time later with a basket. Kneeling on the floor, she tipped a bottle of liquid on to more clean cloths and dabbed at his wound. He sucked air between his teeth. The liquid stung like bees. She sniffed as she cleaned his wounds. That was when he noticed tears on her face.
    He reached out to brush them away. “Why are you crying?”
    “Are you kidding?” She looked up. With the back of her hand, she swiped at her cheek. “I can’t believe I kept it together this long. Back there, I wasn’t paying attention and stepped out into traffic! Some great ‘guide’ I am. Why did you do that?”
    “Do what? Push you out of the way?”
    “You were almost killed.”
    “The dreams. I saw that moment in time, up to the truck.”
    “You’re right, so did I.” She sat heavily back on the floor and let the rag drop from her hand. “Before I met you, that was the dream I had nearly every night. I knew something bad was about to happen, but then I would wake up. I saw that moment. That was why I didn’t see any more. The truck hit me. I died.”
    Hadley slid from the chair and joined her. He winced as he straightened his wounded long leg. “I thought the reason for my being here was clear, and why I came through. Why I shared your dreams. I was the one to die. Not you. It all made sense.”
    More tears slid from the corners of her eyes and she shook her head. “I didn’t want that. I wouldn’t have brought you from the bookstore if I thought there was a chance you’d be hurt!”
    “Shhhh…” he pulled her against his chest and soothed a hand up and down her back. “You misunderstood me. I did not say you wanted it. It would have been destiny. Out of both of our control.”
    Samantha pushed away, the tortured look on her face said much. “You were willing to die for me?”
    “If that was what was meant to be, then yes.”
    “But you didn’t die. I didn’t die.” She waved a hand around the room. “So maybe this is what our destiny is supposed to be. It all seemed so real in the dreams. I loved you.”
    “And I loved you.” He slid his palm along her cheek relishing in the fact that this time, he knew it wasn’t a dream. He pulled the curtain of dark hair over her shoulder and let it sift through his fingers. He was wrong before. This was the way it should be. He took her hands and wound fingers with hers. “The problem is, this is not a dream, and I love you still. I can’t stop, because I feel I already do.”
    “Hadley…”
    “I know this is most improper, but please, may I kiss you?”
    Samantha smiled sweetly and his heart flipped.
    “I have something to tell you.”
    “What is that?” he asked.
    “It’s 2012. You don’t really have to ask a girl who wants to be kissed for her permission.” She wrapped arms around his neck and pulled him close. Her breath was warm and smelled of mint as their gazes locked. Then she kissed him .
    When she pressed lips to his, almost every ache and pain he had vanished, replaced by the feel of her mouth opening to his. He