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He’d been about to venture out, to try out his new numerical gambling
system at Boodle’s, but had seen a flash of light coming from the direction of
the library and had come to investigate. He’d been craving unpredictability.
Well, now he had it, by Jove.
    Errin could feel the silk and thread of his embroidered
waistcoat. A silver button pressed into her palm. Underneath, he appeared to be
solid muscle. Absolutely not a dream. ‘Totally real,’ she said. She was having
trouble breathing.
    Richard laughed. ‘Thank you, I think.’ He took her hands in
his. ‘May I ask what you are doing here? My servants made no mention of a
caller. How did you gain entry to my house? Who are you, and why, now I come to
look at you,’ he asked, surveying her attire with an amused look, ‘are you
dressed as a man?’
    She should make something up, because he’d never believe the
truth—if it was the truth. Surely it couldn’t be? But if not, how else...?
    She should make something up before he had her arrested, but
her mind was a complete blank. And anyway, she somehow knew that the Earl of
Kilcreggan was a man who would not take kindly to being lied to. ‘Errin. My name
is Errin McGill. And I’m not dressed as a man. These are women’s clothes. At
least they will be.’
    ‘Will be? You’re not making much sense.’
    ‘No. And you know what?’ Errin replied, casting caution to the
winds. ‘I’m about to make even less. You want to know how I got here? Well, the
truth is, I was sitting in that wingback chair, in a shop, and I sort of fell
asleep and when I woke up I was here.’
    Richard eyed her sceptically. ‘My chair was in a shop? How can
it be in two places at once?’
    ‘You don’t believe me. I don’t blame you, but it’s true. Where
is here, by the way?’
    ‘London, of course.’
    ‘At least that hasn’t changed.’ Errin eyed the chair, noticing
for the first time its pristine condition and spotless upholstery. ‘This will
seem a mad question, but what year is it?’
    ‘Eighteen sixteen.’
    One thing to think it. Another, quite another, to have it
confirmed. ‘Bloody hell.’
    She swore like a man, though she didn’t sound a bit like one.
In fact everything about her was absurdly feminine, despite her clothes and her
hair and her language. ‘You seem perturbed by that fact.’
    ‘ Perturbed ! ’ Errin giggled nervously. ‘That’s one way of putting it. So would
you be if you were in my position.’
    ‘And what position, pray, would that be?’ Richard asked, trying
not to be distracted by the many positions in which he could too easily imagine
this exotic creature.
    ‘When I went to sleep it was the year two thousand and
thirteen.’
    Richard’s jaw dropped. ‘You’re saying that you have travelled
here, via my chair, from the future?’
    The astonished look on his face made her want to giggle again.
Errin tried valiantly to suppress it, but it escaped all the same. ‘I’m sorry. I
know it’s not really funny—not for you, anyway, but it is for me. Kind of. In a
mad way. I mean if it’s true—and I really think it must be because there’s no
other logical explanation—I’m just totally blown away by the whole thing. Aren’t
you?’
    ‘If you mean, do I find the concept of time travel intriguing,
then yes I am, as you so quaintly put it, blown away.’
    ‘So you believe me?’
    He tried to think dispassionately. He tried to assemble the
facts and look at the logic of the situation. He tried, very hard, to assess
what she had said in a cold, scientific way, but for once Richard’s heart
refused to allow his mind sway. ‘I believe you.’ He shook his head in wonder. ‘I
shouldn’t but I find I actually do believe you.’
    ‘How extraordinary.’
    ‘Extraordinary,’ Richard agreed, looking down into her
captivating face and her gold-flecked eyes. If he were the victim of some
adventuress, then he was a willing dupe. Errin McGill met his gaze with an
uncertain smile and a