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As much as he hated it, he understood where she was coming from. The thought of losing her to the past was as painful as it was real. But then, he wasn’t some man out of 1881 who treated women like property. Isabella was her own woman, free to choose her own future. It broke his heart, but he would have to do everything in his powers to help her get back home. He wanted her to be happy, even if that meant letting her go.
He looked over to her. Their eyes met, deep and longing. Before he could even try to keep his emotions under control, his stomach felt that familiar fluttering coursing down below. His heart pounded faster, captivated by her eyes. How could she be this beautiful? He couldn’t help but stare at her full rosy lips. The memory of their sweet taste flooded his mind, clouding his judgement, and for a second he pictured kissing her: not only her lips but every inch of her body. Her cheeks turned red and he noticed her breath quicken. Could she tell what was on his mind? And just when he was about to give in to his desire, to lean in and kiss her like he had never kissed a woman before, he heard a voice in his head yelling.STOP IT! SHE IS NOT YOURS! She is only passing through, and your job is to help her with that, not make a move on her! With all the willpower a man could possibly possess, he slowly backed away.
Isabella seemed to have realized that the moment of romance had passed, and she turned her gaze to face the side window. Was that disappointment her body language was yelling at him?It doesn’t matter.Liam backed out of from their parking spot.
“I think I know someone who can help us.” He now had her attention again.
“Really? Who?” she asked with all the curiosity in the world.
“The only person I know crazy enough to be a genius.” Isabella wrinkled her forehead.
“Who is that?”
“Eva… a.k.a. my sister,” he said, pulling out of the parking lot and back onto the main street.
“Oh. I didn’t know she was a genius.” Isabella sounded impressed.
“Well, she is crazy too,” Liam said as if he was mentally preparing for her. “By the way… What is a fopdoodle?” he asked out of the blue with an eyebrow raised. Isabella grinned. “A fopdoodle is similar to a lubberwort.” Liam grinned.
“Ooooh, yes, of course. A lubberwort… How silly of me.” It took Isabella a second to realize that he was teasing her. She threw her head back in loud laughter. “I think we need to work on your Victorian cuss words," she joked back.
“I couldn’t agree more,” he smirked, intending to hold her up on this promise.
