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and a trifle panicky. She needed to stay with Mike to determine her purpose here, to find an answer to her uneasiness. Was he about to send her away? She had, in fact, been imposing upon his hospitality. Girding herself for a hurtful response, she lifted her chin and said, "I shall, of course, leave now. You have been most kind, but I cannot" |
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"Do you have someplace else to go?" His gray eyes pinned her with a gaze that made her feel he knew all her thoughts, and she tried unsuccessfully to turn away. |
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Ignoring the frightened lump in her throat, she said, "That does not matter." |
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"Of course it does. Have Lydia get you some coffee; I won't be long." He turned to his employees. "Now, let's get to work." |
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Her knees folding beneath her in relief, Abby sat in the reception area with Lydia. Mike was not sending her away! She could remain with him for now. Perhaps even until she discovered and fulfilled her purpose here. |
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Nevertheless, she realized after a while that, for the moment, he had forgotten her. He was closeted with his employees for quite a long time. |
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But she had not forgotten himnor the strong sense of disquiet still churning inside her. Certainly anyone traveling to a new time, particularly with the strain of trying not to reveal where she was from, would feel strange, but this sense went much further. She was sure it emanated from her special powers. |
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