The Gift of Time
Robin Alexander

ISBN: 978-1-933113-82-1
Price: $15.95
Release Date: TBD

Leah Marks has no idea what is missing from her quiet, uneventful life until a simple change in her daily routine alters her existence. From the moment she meets antique dealer, Reagan Montgomery, Leah’s world is turned upside down. A unique gift given to her by Reagan leads them on a journey that defies logic and the laws of time.

The Gift of Time is a story of love, devotion and a bond that has carried two women from one life to the next.

Excerpt

Reagan reached over and ran her fingertips across the red mark on my face. “I’m so sorry you were hurt.”

Her touch and the sincerity in her eyes melted me on the spot. I was in love with this woman somewhere in time, and those feelings had not changed. Instinctively, I knew what would make her laugh and what would make her cry. I was in tune with her emotions more so than my own. “Time hasn’t changed the way I feel for you,” I admitted without fear. I lifted her hand and kissed her palm.

Reagan squeezed her eyes shut against the tears that threatened to fall. “I knew the minute that you walked into my store that there was something special about you. I keep wondering what’s wrong with me. I’ve only known you for a short time, and I can’t stand to be apart from you. But do you realize what we’re saying? We’re toying with time itself.”

My heart was soaring; all the missing pieces were falling in place for me. I never could let myself go with other lovers because my heart belonged to another. And now she was sitting right in front of me. There was nothing I wouldn’t do for this stranger, and yet she wasn’t. I’d known and loved her always.

Reagan’s eyes snapped open and she pulled her hand from mine, standing abruptly. “This is crazy! It makes no sense!”

And just like that, the roles had reversed. I was the calm, collected one and she was losing it.

“No, it’s not crazy,” I protested.

“Yes, it is. Listen to what we’re professing!” she said with a sob.

I stood and took a step toward her as she took two steps back. “Please don’t touch me right now.”

“Do you want me to leave?” I asked as my heart sank.

“Yes, please.” Reagan’s eyes filled with tears. “I just—I need some time alone.”

I stood there staring at her; she turned her face away from me, then walked out of the room. I felt like someone had punched me in the stomach. I collected my globe and honored her request, leaving without a word.