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worry, Miss McCann. You are safe
with me.”
    She shook her head, insisting to herself that it must be a
coincidence. After all, if this guy were the Gabriel O’Connor it would
mean the fog had taken her over two hundred twenty years into the past.
    And, as everyone knew, time travel was impossible.
    Of course, up until a few seconds ago when she accidentally
felt the evidence for herself, she had thought it was impossible for her to be
the cause of a hard-on in a guy who looked like…well… him .
    She must have fallen and hit her head and was now, in
reality, lying unconscious in the middle of Main Street in Stockton, dreaming
that she was in the arms of some hot guy. Hopefully the kindly old librarian
would be by at any moment and call for an ambulance.
    Several minutes slipped past as neither of them spoke, the
silence broken only by the rhythmic clip-clop of the horse’s hooves on the
packed earth. The warmth emanating from the stranger holding her so firmly in
his arms slowly began to permeate Kaitlyn’s clothing, allowing exhaustion to
creep into her bones. She opened her mouth to engage Gabriel in conversation in
order to keep her mind active but nothing came out. Her shyness all but
strangled her as she battled to form a coherent sentence, certain that anything
she might say would only cause her further embarrassment. She finally gave up
and sagged against Gabriel’s chest, tucking her head under his chin as a wave
of helplessness washed over her. She felt him stir but he said nothing and she
was left with the sinking thought that this felt all too real to be a dream.
    Kaitlyn wasn’t certain how long they rode but she guessed it
had to have been a couple of hours. Finally, a number of fires came into view
and, after several minutes, Gabriel slowed the horse’s gait as they approached
what looked like some sort of encampment. She sat up, her mouth dropping open
at the scene surrounding her. Milling around dozens of campfires were countless
men, all wearing torn and tattered clothing reminiscent of the soldiers in the
colonial militias during the Revolution. Several had various parts of their
bodies wrapped in dirty, white bandages and a few other men were missing a
limb. She blinked several times in disbelief as she watched a man hobble to a
nearby campfire, using a large stick as a cane.
    Gabriel reined in his horse and pulled his hands back,
resting his palms intimately on her hips. “Good evening, cousin,” he said,
looking down at a young man who had rushed toward them.
    “Gabriel,” the other man replied in greeting, his attractive
face splitting into a wide grin as his eyes landed upon Kaitlyn. “Another
patriot of the fairer sex?”
    Gabriel squeezed her hips gently, gaining her attention.
“Miss McCann, this is my cousin Philip O’Connor.”
    Kaitlyn barely heard him, her mind reeling from the feel of
Gabriel’s palms holding her against him so firmly, almost as though he expected
her to bolt at any second. A strange tightness settled in her chest as she
fought to push aside the sudden primal cravings this strange man brought out in
her. Her legs instinctively parted and she inhaled sharply, biting back the
groan threatening to escape her lips as she thought she felt Gabriel’s cock
grow erect against her ass.
    She took a deep breath and forced a pleasant smile onto her
face. “It is a pleasure to meet you,” she replied, looking down at Philip. She
was impressed by how unaffected her voice sounded despite her rather unfamiliar
physical urges.
    Much to her simultaneous dismay and relief, Gabriel released
his hold on her and dismounted, reaching up to lift her from the back of his
horse.
    As soon as she was on the ground, Gabriel grabbed her hand
and led her several yards away to a tent in the middle of camp. He held the
tent flap open, allowing the light of the lantern inside to spill out onto the
ground at her feet. She ducked under the entrance, trying to calm her flipping
stomach. A small,