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“I’m really interested to hear what you have to say about your music, and his music.”

“Of course,” he agreed.

Anything to get her to stay with me. I have to keep her safe.

She was putting out strange vibes and for a moment, it was almost as though she knew where—

or rather when— they were. He held out his hand but she ignored it, and he shrugged.

“Come on, we’ll cut across the field behind the village. It’s the shortest way back to Worthy Farm.”

“The Worthy Farm? I thought the festival was at Pilton Farm?” Her eyes narrowed and for a moment he was unsure how to answer her.

“Yeah, you’re right. Got my farms mixed up. Come on, I’ll miss the set.” He turned away from her, willing her silently to follow him, but not game to turn around and check that she was. David turned and strode ahead, and was relieved when she caught up to him. He had less than an hour to get back, get her safely ensconced on the side of the stage where he was not going to take his eyes off her. Then he’d figure out what to tell her about going back through the gate.

Thank God it was only a short set this morning.

Chapter Sixteen

Megan hurried to keep up with David when he came to a turnstile in the fence. He stepped back and waited for her to climb through first.

“Thank you.” She nodded. Her thoughts were still whirling around. Even though she’d been angry at him for trying to boss her around, she had been relieved to see him when he’d appeared behind her on the way to the cottage. Her mind was still foggy, as though it was full of cotton wool, and she wasn’t sure what was real or whether she was dreaming.

When she’d picked up the paper in the village store, she’d recognised it straightaway. It was the same article she’d been reading on her laptop on the plane and now she intended to read it again as soon as she got back to the cottage. Did the strange woman in the shop really say it was 1971 or had she imagined that? Did she really go into the village shop or was that a dream? Did everyone really look and act as though it was the seventies?

Are they all crazy or am I?

As they walked along the field, a bright and shiny red Mustang roared along the road at the edge of the field. The traffic was building as the festival got going. Megan stopped and put her hands on her hips as three VW Kombi vans trundled past, their engines revving as they drove up the slight hill.

Everything was confirming her suspicions. Truth was, she’d been terrified to go back to the cottage by herself. Not knowing what she was going to find there.

It was bizarre. The more she thought about it, the more everything pointed to her being in a different time, in the same place.

The clothes, the music, the small crowd at the festival and the way they were behaving. The different woman in the shop today and that newspaper headline. The clothes they were wearing. It was all so…so seventies.

Either she was dreaming or she’d taken leave of her senses. Maybe she’d had a breakdown because of the news about her job. Add in some jet lag and who knows…? A cold prickly feeling crept up her chest and her breath caught. She stopped and put her hand to her head as it all overwhelmed her.

Where the hell did David fit into the whole mess? Until she knew, she wasn’t going to say anything to him. Because if she was right, he wasn’t David. He was Davy Morgan. The real Davy Morgan.

“What’s wrong?” His voice was kind and a shiver ran down her back at the same time warmth pooled between her thighs. She wasn’t used to a guy worrying about her…but it was…sort of okay. Despite the confusion of her thoughts, her body pulled towards him, craving physical closeness. She fought the desire to lean into him and let him hold her.

“Nothing.” She held her hand to her head. “I have a slight headache. I need to sleep, and have a drink. Maybe I’m dehydrated?”

He reached up and gently pushed her hair back from her face. She couldn’t help turning into his hand. “I did get some sleep after you left, but it was a pretty exhausting way we spent the night.” Her heartbeat increased as she remembered the feel of him moving inside her. It had been the most amazing sexual experience of her life.

“You’re all flushed. I’ll get you some food and something cold to drink while we play and then I’ll get you back home as soon as we’re finished. It’s a really short set. We’re just introducing—” He broke off and didn’t finish the sentence.

“Introducing who, David?”

He looked away across the field and wouldn’t meet her eye.

“Just a new band. You’ll see.”

The crowd had gotten even bigger in the time she’d been in the village and Kombi vans lined the narrow lane beside the fence.

Megan looked up at David, deciding to fish a little bit without giving away her suspicions. “There are a lot of old VWs here.”

“Yeah.” He cleared his throat. “It’s a free festival and a lot of people who can’t afford the big gigs come down from the city in their beat-up old cars.” He didn’t sound convincing and she pushed on with her questions.