Cam had to get to Jason. If it was Jason. The face she'd seen had worn a mask of shock, but the clear olive complexion, the dark eyes, the midnight black hair.A dream? If only.
Jason was here. In this, her other life.
How had he found her? What had he heard? And where was he now, Cam wondered desperately as Karsh's funeral service wound down.
As soon as she could, and without a word to Alex, Cam took off in the direction she'd seen Jason's face. Ileana's delicate dress kept tangling in her legs, slowing her down as her mind raced frenetically.
Where could he have gone? Toward the woods? The lake? Into the village? He'd be alone, probably lost and bewildered. She had a wild, irrational thought. Maybe he was hungry.
Score on that last idea. Cam found Jason sitting at a deserted outdoor café in the village square. Elbows on the table, head in his hands, he looked like a confused stranger in a very strange land.
Her heart in her throat, Cam sped toward him but abruptly stopped several feet away. He looked up, and their eyes locked. At first, neither spoke. Then they talked at the same time, loosing a string of questions: What are you doing here? How'd you get here? What were you doing? What kind of trouble are you in? Did someone make you come here? What did you see?
Jason raised his palm. "Whoa. Okay, you go."
Biting her lip, Cam walked over to the table and forced herself to sit down. Urgently, she asked, "Please, Jase, I need to know. What are you doing here?"
"I came after you."
"Hello, obvious. But why?" Cam could hear the rising edge of hysteria in her voice.
He shrugged, trying to hide his embarrassment. "It looked like you were in trouble, like you wanted help but couldn't ask. I thought I ." he mumbled, "should be there for you."
He'd acted, he told her, out of fear, concern and though he didn't say it, she knew, love.