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David dropped his arms and turned to the window. “Hear the blackbirds? Sun’s about to come up.”

“I lost half a day and a whole night?” Megan lifted her head and for the first time since she’d woken, the room didn’t spin. Although her energy was coming back slowly, she was disoriented. It was like waking from a bad dream.

“Or did I? I feel so crazy asking this but…when are we?”

“Back where you started.” David dropped his arms and Megan walked across to the window. The sky was a soft apricot and she could see the yellow roses tumbling over the fence between the two cottages. Mist hung low over the fields and the spire on Glastonbury Tor rose above the fingers of mist drifting beneath the hill.“You’re back where you belong. I’ll put some coffee on, or would you rather go back to your cottage for a shower?” David’s voice was polite and Megan sensed he was trying to put some distance between them. The frantic need that had consumed her at the stones had gone and heat rose in her cheeks as she remembered the urgency of her demand that he take her back quickly. The sooner she got out of here the better. She needed to get her head together and figure out what had really happened to her.

“I’ll just go back to my cottage, thanks. I’ll have a coffee over there.”

David gripped her arms and shook his head. “I want you to come back here. We need to have a talk about what happened and set some rules.”

“Rules? What sort of rules?” She had no idea what he was talking about.

“You can’t tell anyone what happened to you.”

Megan laughed but there was no humour in it. “You think I’m going to go around telling the world I’m a time traveller? Give me credit for some sense. I’d be locked away.”

Bitterness filled her as the events of the last couple of days came rushing back to her. “There’s no need for me to talk about it. Your secret is safe with me. I’ve got enough problems already without adding to them.”

So all he was worried about was his secret getting out. No mention of the closeness they’d shared. She’d foolishly thought there’d been something special between them. Before they’d come through the time gate, she’d felt so connected to him.

Sucked in again. I do it every time.

A shaft of sunlight speared through the window and she turned to the door without looking at David. She didn’t want to see the coldness that she knew would be in his expression. He’d gotten what he wanted from her, now that he’d gotten her safely back to the cottage. So now she would leave him to his own world. There was no need for him to make rules. No way was she going anywhere near that field again.

She still couldn’t quite get her head around the whole David Morgan/Davy Morgan and the band thing, even though he’d explained it to her. There were so many questions she wanted to ask, but if he was going to withdraw from her and treat her as he had that first night, she’d find out another way. She’d go back to her laptop and look at all the files she had. There were tons of articles from the music magazines of the seventies.

“Suit yourself.” His voice was clipped and he didn’t smile. He walked over to the side of the room and picked up a T-shirt. “I’ll walk you over just in case you’re still a bit shaky on your feet.”

Opening the front door, he stood back to let her through.

“Whatever.”

By the time they reached Violet Cottage, the sun had cleared the eastern horizon and the morning had brightened. Megan ignored the arm that David held out to her and she strode around the side of the cottage. Her composure had come back quickly and she didn’t need to hang on to him as she did before. She crossed to the garden and picked up the cup she had been drinking from the other day. It was still lying where she had dropped it when he’d disappeared.

“Thank you. I’m fine now.” She opened the door, went inside, and tried to close it, but his boot blocked it.

“I’ll give you a half hour and then I’ll come over to check you’re okay. I have to go back to the festival…we have a set to play later this morning,” he said.

“There’s no need, David.” Megan kept her voice cold. Conflicting emotions ran through her and she needed some time to sort her head out. “I’m fine. Go and do whatever you have to do.”

“I’ll be back.”

She shrugged and he removed his foot and walked away.

Megan leaned her head against the door for a moment. A hollow feeling gnawed at her stomach and she didn’t think it had anything to do with hunger.

Of the food variety, that was.

Despite how the urgency of the sexual attraction had faded, strong feelings rioted through her. Her response to David was all mixed up with the love for the “rock star” icon she’d had as a teen, and her love of his music. Not only had she experienced that music live, she’d had hot sex with the idol from her teens.

Either that or she was crazy.

Shaking her head with disbelief, she walked upstairs to run a much-needed bath. Everything was the same in the pretty little bedroom. Her suitcase overflowed on the floor just as it had been.

When the bath was half-full, she turned the taps off and tipped in some bath salts that were on the windowsill above the old-fashioned pink bathtub. Slipping off her jeans and T-shirt, she stepped into the bubbles. Sliding down into the warm water was bliss and she rested her head on the back of the bath, closing her eyes as the water covered her.

Images of the last day flashed through her mind and she shook her head slowly from side to side. She reached for her loose hair and looped it in a top knot as it fell to her damp shoulders. She had time travelled back to the seventies and had watched Davy Morgan sing. She’d also had the best sex of her life with him on a riverbank at the festival.