The first time Wendy Watson drifted with her new co-pilot, the surprise wasn’t that his name was Clarence, nor that inside the privacy of his own mind he swore like the sailor he used to be: the surprise was that all those ridiculous gosh darns in heck were a tender memorial to his mentor and first co-pilot, Raveena Rao.
“I wish I could have met her,” Wendy said quietly, as they changed out of their drivesuits together.
“She lives on in the Drift, Dubbie. As will I, and as will you, when your time comes,” he said, and he tugged at the hem of his not-so-ridiculous jacket, settling it across those broad shoulders and into its right and proper place.
“Why are you not more curious about me?” Stiles says when Derek’s got the door half open, sun spilling over the dark wood, dust motes spinning about his legs. Stiles is wearing fabric that hasn’t been invented yet, he’s clutching a smart phone to his chest, and he appeared out of nowhere, like an angel.
Softly, Derek says, “We all have our secrets,” and closes the door.
A heartbroken Stiles accidentally travels back in time to find his one true love. A harlequin-ish Christmas romance.
GUYS, I wanted to write a time travel romance with lonesome werewolf cowboy Derek, so this happened, and it was super fun to write, so I hope you like it.
That’s the name of my iMac. Today I’ve got to go down to the UPS store and have a pro pack him up. I’m really, really hoping he isn’t damaged in transit, which is why I’m trusting a professional to pack it. I tossed the original box it came in years ago, never expecting to need it again.