He kissed me, his lips brushing mine softly, as though we had all the time in the world. This was for ever. Limitless. A slow, lazy kiss, our lips and tongues slow-dancing. He rolled on top of me and I slipped my hands under the hem of his T-shirt on to the smooth, warm skin of his back, feeling my way up to the wings of his shoulder blades. He lifted his lips from mine and kissed my chin and my jaw and then my neck. I shivered although my body was filled with warmth.
This was what it felt like to be alive.
By the time we stopped kissing, my lips felt bruised, my face rough from the faint stubble along his jaw.
Something occurred to me. ‘You turned eighteen while you were gone.’
‘Am I too old for you now?’
I pushed myself up. ‘Did you have a party?’
He sat up beside me and laced his fingers with mine. ‘I wasn’t much in the mood for celebrating. But my friends insisted. They rented a party boat and dragged me out for a night on the lake.’
‘That sounds fun.’
‘I spent the whole time wishing that you were there with me.’ He glanced at me. ‘I think you’d have liked it. I think you’d like Lakeborough.’
‘What’s it like?’
He described it in detail, from the shape of the landscape to the best place to eat. The last time he had described his home, it had been a small town bordered by miles of wasteland. Now it was a vibrant city surrounded by miles of forest-covered mountains.
‘It sounds beautiful,’ I said. ‘I wish I could see it.’
‘One day we’ll go and see what it’s like now. In my time it’s one of the wealthiest cities in the country. It’s where the Guardians of Time are based. My favourite part, though, is the waterfront. There’s a boardwalk by the lake with a statue of my great-grandfather, Nathaniel Westland, smashing a huge clock. And my favourite bar – the Watering Hole – is there. It’s too bad I can’t take you there. I think you’d like it.’
‘It sounds like you miss it a lot.’
He shrugged. ‘I miss my family and friends more.’
‘What were they like?’ I realised I was using the past tense, as though they were dead. In a way they were – even though they hadn’t been born yet.
‘I’m not supposed to talk about the future. I’ve already said too much.’
I nudged his shoulder with mine. ‘It can’t be dangerous to talk about the people you know. We’ll both be dead long before 2123, so it’s not as though . . .’
His face stopped my words in their tracks. I wished I could take them back. ‘I’m sorry, I didn’t mean . . .’
‘It’s OK. I know I’ll never see them again.’
‘That must be so hard.’
Pain flashed across his face, but he forced a smile. ‘I have some photos. You want to see?’
I squeezed his hand.
He pulled out his wallet. Inside were several photos, slotted into clear plastic sleeves. The first photo was of a man and a woman, sitting in a restaurant, smiling at the camera.
‘My parents,’ said Ryan. ‘This was taken on their twenty-fifth wedding anniversary. Just a couple of weeks ago.’
I stared hard at them, trying to find some resemblance to Ryan, but he didn’t really look much like either of them. His dad had the same colour hair and his mum had the same smile. He was a mishmash of the two of them.
Ryan flipped the wallet to another photo; this one was a group of friends sitting laughing on a dock on a lake, their feet dangling in the water. Behind them was a sign that said The Watering Hole.
‘My friends,’ said Ryan. He pointed to a tall, dark-haired boy with a manic smile. ‘That’s Pegasus, my best friend. Best pilot I know. Far more courage than common sense. If you want someone to do something crazy and stupid – like help you steal a time-ship – he’s your man.’ He pointed to the other people in turn. ‘That’s Antoine and his sister, Belle. And that’s Lyra. We all grew up together.’
‘They look like fun.’
He nodded and turned to the final photo, one of three boys. ‘Me and my brothers.’
I took a closer look. ‘You’re the youngest?’
He nodded. ‘Jove is twenty and Jem is twenty-two.’
‘They must miss you so much. Where do they think you are?’
‘I don’t know. I couldn’t tell them I was moving time.’
He snapped his wallet shut and pulled me close to him.
‘You’ve given up so much to save me,’ I said.
He drew back far enough to look into my eyes. ‘I’d do it ten times over. And I think you’d do the same for me.’
Chapter 2
‘Where have you been?’
I was about to defend myself – it was only three in the afternoon after all – but the worry was all over Miranda’s face.
‘I went for a walk with Ryan. I left a note.’
‘We have a visitor.’
She stepped aside to let me into the hall and I braced myself. We’d had lots of visitors in the days since my near drowning and Travis’s death. Neighbours we’d been on little more than nodding terms with had shown up with shepherd’s pies and lasagnes, and there had been a steady stream of Miranda’s friends and colleagues come to pay their condolences.
‘She’s in the sitting room,’ said Miranda.
A tall woman dressed in a smart black suit stood in front of the unlit fireplace. Her shiny brown hair was wound into a slick bun and her hands clutched a briefcase.
‘This is my niece, Eden,’ Miranda told the woman. ‘Eden, this is Lauren.’ She paused and then added, ‘Travis’s sister.’
For a moment, I was confused. Travis, obviously, didn’t have a sister in 2012, because he was from the future. He was a cleaner sent back to ‘clean up’ anything the time agents left behind. Which meant that anyone who knew anything about Travis was either an imposter or from the future too.
The tall woman, Lauren, smiled at me and held out her hand.
‘Eden,’ she said, her cold hand shaking mine stiffly. ‘How lovely to meet you. I’m just sorry that it’s under such unfortunate circumstances.’
Adrenalin raced through me. I took my hand back. ‘Travis never mentioned a sister.’
‘My brother was estranged from most of the family. However, he and I had always been close. It saddens me that he never mentioned me to you.’ She unsnapped the catches of her briefcase and removed some papers. ‘I have identification with me. And rest assured, I have no interest in any of Travis’s material possessions. I would, however, like to claim his body.’
Dread gripped me. I took a step backwards. This wasn’t some con woman come to steal Travis’s possessions. This was someone from the future who knew about Travis’s mission. Did cleaners have cleaners?
‘But the funeral is tomorrow,’ Miranda was saying. ‘Everything’s arranged. The body is with the undertaker in Perran and I have a plot in the churchyard.’
‘I’m sorry,’ said Lauren. She smoothed back her hair. ‘This must be very hard for you. But Travis always made it clear to me that he would want his body to go home in the event of his death overseas.’
Miranda looked stunned. ‘Can I see your identification?’ she asked.
‘Yes of course,’ said Lauren. She handed her paperwork to Miranda. ‘Here.’
Miranda flicked through each document in turn and then passed them to me. The passport was blue. I flicked it open to the photo page. Lauren Deckard, the name said. Date of birth: 8th August 1982. I picked up the birth certificates. One read Lauren Deckard, born Oakland, California, 8th August 1982. The second read Travis Deckard, born 3rd March 1980, Oakland, California. The parents of both children were Scott and Heather Deckard. They looked real enough. I handed the documents back to Lauren.
‘This is just such a shock,’ said Miranda. She sat on the edge of the sofa, shaking her head.