Chapter Fifteen“Jenny!”
Something shook her, shook her hard.
Whirling her arms around her, swatting away whatever it was that seized her, all of her fears spilled out in a single cry of, “No!”
Eyes darting his way and that, she rubbed her eyes furiously with her fists and focused on the scene before her.
Standing by the lake, with Scruffy still on her lead. Jenny was back in her own time.
The strength drained from her in that single moment and she fell. But strong arms caught her and lowered her gently to the ground. She sat, on the pavement, staring into nothingness, breathing raggedly.
“Is she all right, mate?”
Jenny looked up. The fisherman. He'd pulled his hood back to reveal his face. An ordinary face. Youthful. A nice face. She smiled. “I'm fine. Thanks.”
“Jenny,” Mark's face
