*Will*

Edward is sound asleep by the time I return to our room. I can hear him snoring from his adjoining room. But I'm not quite ready to fall into slumber, not with that kiss on my mind. I quietly pour a scotch and slip out onto the deck.

My mind has been going back and forth between believing Millie and thinking her mad, but after that kiss, I'm positive she's from the future. No woman in 1912 would be so bold. And if I believe that about her, perhaps I'd better take ...