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thought was like
an open wound that would not heal. She let out a single mournful
sob.
    What if she was stuck here? How on earth would
she cope? One hundred and forty eight years into the future and
lost as a sailor shipwrecked at sea. The emotions threaten to
swallow her again like a rogue wave. Tears clustered at the corner
of her eyes. Drat it all. Catherine was going to do the
other thing she swore she would never do, she began to
cry.
    ****
    Joey sat upright in bed, his arms crossed. He
couldn't stop thinking about Lady Catherine Worthington. He truly
believed she was from the past. She appeared before him in a flash
of light in an old carriage. Where else could she have come from if
not another time? Maybe she was some witch or enchantress but that
was screwed up. Although when he thought about it, he felt
enchanted. No other chick had brought such a swift reaction to his
heart and body. Even thinking about her got him hard. He would bet
dollars to doughnuts that she was a virgin, weren't all chicks in
the olden days? She had probably never been kissed
either.
    What would he do with her? Keep her like a
pet? Take her to the police? No, he wanted nothing to do with the
police, especially since he worked for McGonagall. Also, he would
be carted off to the Lunatic Asylum if he told the cops a woman
from the past traveled through time and landed in his lap. They
would take her away too.
    His eyes hadn’t left her the whole night. The
dress he had given her to wear clung to lush curves. The kind he
liked. He would have to get her a few more pieces of clothing and
shoes for her feet. She had the sexiest, tiniest, feet. It took
some doing to convince her to keep her hair down and hanging loose
and that it was in fashion and he found it damned sexy. Get a
grip, man.
    Joey's grew harder at the vision of Cathy and
her luxurious long hair. He squirmed as his pajama bottoms became
snug. He wore pajama pants but had given the top to Cathy. Usually
he wore nothing at all to bed. What kind of gentleman was he by
taking the bed and making her sleep on the small couch? He should
have offered his bed and taken the couch or slept on the floor.
There was a smelly sleeping bag around somewhere.
    Joey stood and began to look for the sleeping
bag when he heard soft sobbing from the living room. Hell .
He fought back his arousal, then opened his bedroom door and walked
in the living room. She sat on the couch, her head in her hands
with her shoulders heaving. She looked up at him. Her brave facade
was gone completely.
    Cathy's misery tore at his heart. The heart he
closed off years ago. Cathy was in distress. She needed him and it
opened up a part of him he didn't know still existed. He wanted to
protect her, pure and simple. Joey wasn't used to trying to comfort
someone. No one had ever comforted him through the years or
protected him.
    He reached and brought Cathy to her feet. She
faced him and he stroked her arms gently. Tears ran down her cheeks
and misery shone in her beautiful eyes. He never really looked into
her eyes like this before. They were a shade of light blue with
flecks of hazel, very different and very pretty. Her skin absolute
perfection, like whipped cream in look and texture and he would bet
she tasted just as sweet.
    "Oh, I did not want to turn into such a
watering pot, I am not one to cry! I am such a fool. It's just– I
am so lost. What will happen to me?"
    "I don't know, Cathy."
    A lot of help he was. His hands rose to cup
her face and his thumbs brushed the tears from her flushed cheeks.
Her skin was soft to the touch. "You can stay here as long as you
need. I promise I'll help you if I can. You said you want to go
home, we'll see what we can do."
    Empty promises, even though he believed she
traveled through time, he was convinced she was stuck
here.
    "Thank you, Joey. I will take your kind offer
of assistance and I will stay if you will have me. I have nowhere
to go." She sniffled noisily.
    He was tempted to kiss her