But…
It had to be. This wasn’t possible.
“Come here, baby doll,” he murmured gently.
He called her “baby doll”.
She closed her eyes. Then she opened them.
“This isn’t a dream,” she repeated wanting him to tell her it was.
But he didn’t. He moved and her arm darted up, palm out but the rest of her body grew paralyzed with fear.
At this reaction, he stopped but her head jerked around.
This was her parents’ cabin. She knew it.
But it was different.
The kitchen was newer, grander. It had a huge KitchenAid refrigerator and range. The countertops were nicer. The cabinets were better.
Her head jerked the other way.
There was still a big, inviting, deep-seated couch in front of a coffee table which sat in front of a roaring fire. The couch was still flanked by comfortable club chairs. There was a large sheepskin hide tossed casually over the corner of the couch. The rug all the furniture sat on was vast, thick, inviting you to bed down on it with a pillow, a book and a nice, comfy blanket.
But the furniture was different, newer, fluffier, sturdier, more rustic. They veritably screamed, “Take a load off and stay awhile.”
Her head swung forward and she saw the enormous, sleigh bed. Bigger, wider, longer, covered in a downy comforter, at the foot was a mohair throw.
Regardless of the changes, it was her parents’ cabin.
How could this be?
Her handsome wolf.
Her cabin?
She looked back at him.
“This can’t be,” she whispered. “Gregor told me the cabin burned down years ago.”
His face changed the second she uttered Gregor’s name but Sonia was too busy registering the fact that she’d clearly gone insane to let the frightening look that crossed his face penetrate.
“It didn’t burn down, little one,” he said softly, recapturing her complete attention as he moved from the bed. The instant he did she backed up two steps.
He stopped, standing at its side.
“Who are you?” she demanded.
He replied immediately, “Callum.”
Callum.
Vaguely, she thought that was an interesting name. Equally distractedly, she thought it suited him.
She looked down and saw she had on the same cotton nightdress she’d donned the night before.
The memories hit her again, ugly memories, terrifying ones and she took another step back as her head snapped up.