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She thought of his handsome face with its hollow cheeks and strong jaw framed by his dark hair. Of his expressive gray eyes that had confirmed how he felt about her. Of his tall, muscular body that had taught her so much about loving.
She would see him soon.
She would be changing history by returning to Mike, since Lucy's journal indicated she had remained. Was she committing a sin against eternity? She did not dare think so. Surely such a small variance would make no difference in destiny's grand scheme. And ifwhenshe succeeded, would that not be proof that she was fated to be with Mike?
Briefly she wondered where she would wind up in the future. So far, each time she had traveled through time, she had arrived in the same spot as she had left, only years earlier or later. As she recalled this area in the future, it was cramped and residential. She hoped she would not wind up in someone's living room, or, worse, in the middle of a freeway.
She pulled the fossil rock from the bag and placed it on her lap. Leaning back against the willow's trunk, she closed her eyes. "This may be totally selfish," she said aloud, "but perhaps it isn't. I think Mike needs me as much as I need him. Please let me return to him."
She braced herself for the tingling, the galelike sounds, the whirlwind that would send her into unconsciousness.
Nothing happened.

 
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