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a rippling effect that might have unforeseen ramifications. It could cause the deaths of millions of people for all you know.”

“And what would happen if I just put it back the way it was supposed to always be? What if we’re living that wrong future? What if I totally fucked up the time continuum when I unintentionally killed my mother? If she wasn’t supposed to die and I go back and fix it—what then?”

“Don’t meddle in affairs you don’t understand, Dallas. Take it all one step at a time. Right now you have to give your system time to heal and you have to start that by eating your breakfast. Someone wanted you to have pancakes, so let’s go and slather them in butter and maple syrup and enjoy this beautiful morning and the good friends we have surrounding us.”

Oliver nodded. “I agree, Dallas. Just let it go. There is nothing you can do to change what has been done.”

“If you could have a chance to talk to your mother, would you take it?” she asked, posing the one question to him that she felt certain he would not be able to resist.

His eyes lit with electric-blue fire. “I would,” he said without missing a beat.

“Good. When we go back in time to fix everything you can come with me. You can have your time with my Aunt Angie and I will have the time to set everything back on track. If you support me on this I will be forever indebted to you.”

“I won’t let you do that until you think on it for a few days. Do we have a deal?” he asked, extending his hand.

She sighed heavily. “Deal.” They shook on it and sealed their pact. He could stall her for a few days, but one way or the other, she was going to get what she wanted. People were done running her life for her. She was about to take charge of her destiny—for better or for worse.

Chapter Eight

After they’d made their time-traveling pact, Oliver hadn’t left her side for almost two weeks. In fact, she couldn’t decide if he was attempting to romance her or if he decided she needed her own keeper 24/7. Either way, having Oliver right up her butt was actually not a pain. With each passing day, she fell more and more in love with him.

Marion and a few others believed that they’d already reached the physical part of their relationship when that couldn’t be further from the truth. Dallas had attempted to be seductive and failed. She supposed that was what happened when one didn’t have much experience in the area. Most guys didn’t like to come within nine feet of her, so having one at her fingertips was something she couldn’t quite get used to.

Earlier in the day, Oliver had suggested they take a bike ride. He’d told her there was something he wanted to show her. When they arrived exactly where he’d wanted to go she got off her bike and watched as he awkwardly got off his. He handled everything else with such aplomb, but not when it came to riding a bike. It had taken him several tries to master it and she sometimes wondered if he’d enchanted it so he would be able to ride it without falling off. Still, he tried without complaining and that made her heart melt even more. Every single thing about him made her blood warm. From his imposing frame to his auburn hair and handsome chiseled features and warm blue eyes, everything about him made her go wild and her spirit soar free.

They’d decided to picnic down by the old lighthouse, and the way he kept looking at all the rugged scenery as if he were in heaven told her that Vanguard had to be a much different place from Earth. She hadn’t asked him about it as she suspected there were things that had happened to him there he didn’t want to talk about.

Finding a perfect spot, he put down the large blanket for them. Bringing the picnic basket over to the blanket, they settled down next to each other. For one blissful moment in time, everything was perfect. She had Oliver and her beautiful Gerrans spread out before her. She wanted to someday explore space if she were able but she would always want to return to Gerrans. She knew that the sea and the land were in her blood—she only hoped that Vanguard wasn’t as ingrained