Call Back Yesterday by J. A. Ferguson

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Darcy Kincaid was glad for the chance to assist Dr. Garnett with completing his book. The position offers her an escape from her domineering grandmother and the opportunity to work on her own book--tales of ancient Egypt. Everything is perfect until she sees Dr. Garnett and wonders why she feels she already knows this brooding man. The answer may be in the lights that guard Darcy or in the ones that haunt the gardens or in the story she is writing--the story of two tragic lovers in a distant yesterday. Darcy and Simon must discover the answer before they are doomed to be lost to each other forever.

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She was not sure whether to shiver at the brush of his breath or melt into the heat that rushed through her. Beneath his mustache, the hint of a smile urged her to lower even more the wall of propriety he had breached. His full lips would certainly be as fiery as his touch. Even as she watched, the coolness in his eyes warmed to the heat pulsating from his fingers. His other hand rose to cup her cheek, setting her skin alight, as if the sun had suddenly risen and sent its rays through the garden. Slowly her hand rose to cover his.

"There is so much to say. I--" He jerked his hand away from her face. Blinking, he abruptly looked down at his fingers on her sleeve. He lifted them away, first one, then another. Almost as if he could not bear to release her. "Good evening, Miss Kincaid."

She eased back from him, frightened of how the very brush of his skin against her had undone every lesson she had ever been taught. Alone with a man--her employer--she should have been on her guard against any untoward behavior. Rather, she had let him snare her in his seductive trap with what should have been a chaste touch, albeit one that overstepped the bounds of propriety.

But his indecorous actions were not the real reason she was so unsteady she had to grasp the back of a nearby chair to keep herself on her feet. It was the very knowing how wondrous his fingers would be upon her. She had anticipated his caresses with a longing born of foreknowledge.