watched him disappear around a bend in the road, she pressed her hand to her chest, wondering if her heart had heard the words she'd spoken.
The next two days were passed in uneasy frustration, Griffin trying mightily to control his impatience and Meredith spending most of her time at the library, working at the computer. Griffin usually joined her, examining every scrap of information she uncovered, then demanding careful explanations.
But this morning, he had been in a foul temper, ready to give up on searching the computer networks. They'd argued over breakfast and she'd left him at the cottage to brood while she paced the pathways of cyberspace.
There was precious little to find that might help Griffin. What she did discover was purely theoretical, and often too difficult for her to understand. She was beginning to think that Griffin had been right, that this course of action would get them nowhere. She finally decided to head home and discuss her bleak findings with Griffin, to prepare him for the prospect that she might not be able to find him a way back.
She was secretly happy that she hadn't found anything. She wanted Griffin with her a little longer. At first, she'd rationalized that it was merely to benefit her work, but then she had to face the fact that she wanted more.
At night, she'd lie in bed and listen to him move about the cottage, hoping, praying, that he might come back to her bed as he had that first night. She would close her eyes and imagine his body next to hers, his breath soft on her neck, his lips nibbling a path-
Meredith stopped beside the road and cursed herself soundly. This would not do, these unbidden fantasies about Griffin Rourke! For all she knew, he might disappear just as quickly as he'd appeared, in a flash of lighting or a clap of thunder. She quickly put him out of her mind, replacing him with a mental grocery list before she took off in the direction of the store.
The sun was almost down by the time Meredith reached the cottage. In the waning light, she could make out a figure sitting on the steps. She breathed a silent sigh of relief, glad to see that Griffin was waiting for her. She shifted a bag of groceries in her arms and searched her jacket pocket for her keys.
'Hey there, Meredith!'
The figure on the steps stood up and waved. A flash of disappointment shot through her. This was not Griffin, but someone much shorter, with curly auburn hair. Slowly, Meredith smiled, recognizing her best friend, Dr. Kelsey Porterfield. 'Kels!' she cried. 'What are you doing here?'
'Do you have to ask? My graduate assistant told me you've called four times in the past three days. What is the big emergency?'
Meredith stepped up beside her and pushed the key into the lock. She opened the door and glanced around the interior, relieved to find that Griffin was not inside. She had plenty to explain to Kelsey without having to explain the presence of an eighteenth-century pirate living in her cottage. He was probably down at the harbor, watching the ferries come and go and the shrimpers return with their catch.
'You didn't have to drive all the way down here,' she said, trying to sound nonchalant. 'There's no emergency. I'm fine. I just had a few questions I needed to ask you.'
Kelsey followed her into the cottage. 'Come on, Meredith. You're the national poster child for patience. You didn't even bother to call me when you found out you were on the shortlist for the Sullivan Fellowship. I had to find out from that witch, Katherine Conrad, and her little band of campus cronies. You called four times!'
Meredith put the groceries down on the kitchen counter. 'Did I? I'm sorry, but I didn't mean for you to rush down here.'
'I was on my way back from my symposium at Wake Forest and decided to take a detour. I figured someone should check up on you, stuck here on this island with nothing but your books.'
'I'm fine,' Meredith repeated.
Kelsey studied her for a long moment, a shrewd look in her bright eyes. 'You look all right, but whether you
'They weren't frantic,' Meredith said. 'I simply needed some information about… something… something you might know about. Would you like something to drink?'
Kelsey frowned, ignoring her question. 'What is this mysterious something?'
Meredith sighed. 'I-I was hoping you might be able to tell me about… about time travel.' The last came out in a rush.
'Time travel?' Kelsey asked, her eyebrow arching in question.
'Yes, time travel. I-I've been thinking about writing a book, a novel, actually, and the whole premise of the book revolves around the possibility of time travel. So,' she said, 'is it?'
'Is it what?'
'Is it possible? Can someone travel in time?'
Kelsey grabbed the box of cereal from Meredith's hand and stuffed it back into the grocery bag. 'Get your things,' she ordered. 'I'm taking you home. I don't know what's happened here, but I'm not letting you stay on this island an instant longer. You've got the Sullivan Fellowship riding on this next scholarly work of yours and you're thinking of writing a science fiction novel? The sooner you're back in an academic atmosphere, the better.'
'I'm not crazy and I'm not leaving,' Meredith said stubbornly. 'Just tell me what I want to know. Please.'
Kelsey looked into Meredith's eyes and sighed. 'Only if you tell me what this is really about, because I know damn well it's not about writing a novel.'
'I want to tell you,' Meredith said, wincing, 'but I'm not really sure
An image of Griffin flashed in her mind and she felt a flood of desire wash over her. How she wanted to tell her best friend about the most incredible man she'd ever met- how blue his eyes were and how black his hair was. How she trembled when he touched her and how she dreamed of his kiss. But she couldn't.
Instead, she grabbed Kelsey's hand and pulled her over to the couch, then sat down beside her. 'Explain what you know, in terms a history dweeb like me can understand.'
Kelsey's expression was lined with concern and she shook her head in confusion.
'Please,' Meredith begged, giving her friend's hand a squeeze.
Kelsey sighed, then tucked a curly strand of red hair behind her ear. 'Well, theoretically, time travel is possible. In fact, all humans time-travel. We just do it at the same rate and in one direction-forward. But Einstein's theory of relativity opens the possibility that if we could travel faster than light, we could potentially travel into the future.'
'So to jump into the future, a person would have to go really, really fast, like on the Concorde.'
Kelsey rolled her eyes. 'Didn't you ever take a physics class in your pursuit of higher education? That's the speed of sound. The speed of light is 186,000 miles per second,' she explained. 'That's a whole lot faster than the Concorde.'
'And what about going backward in time?' She sent up a silent prayer for Griffin, hoping that Kelsey's next words would prove to be the key to sending him back.
Kelsey shook her head. 'It's not possible. There's no theoretical basis for it.'
'But there has to be!' Meredith cried, jumping up from the couch. She paced the length of the room, gnawing on her thumbnail as she tried to accept Kelsey's pronouncement. 'There just has to be.'
'Well, there is the wormhole theory,' Kelsey offered.
Meredith stopped and stared at her. 'The what?'
'Wormhole. Black holes in space. If you go in one and come out the other side, you could travel in both time and space.'
Meredith's spirits rose and she smiled in encouragement. 'So let's say I went into one of these wormholes. Could I go back in time to the 1700s, and could I end up in, let's say… Bath, North Carolina?'
'I suppose,' Kelsey replied. 'But why would you want to go to Bath, North Carolina? Does this have something to do with your Blackbeard research?'
Meredith ignored her question, trying to logically sort through all the information she had been given, knowing how important it was to Griffin's future…and to hers. 'So, could I have a wormhole in my backyard?'
'What is this all about?' Kelsey cried, jumping to her feet and throwing her arms up in frustration.
Meredith closed her eyes and let a vision of her pirate drift through her thoughts. 'Just answer the question, Dr. Porterfield,' she said, tipping her head back and sighing.
