Edge of Time (Langston Brothers Series) by Melissa Lynne Blue

anyone is try, and then keep moving forward. Think of all the people you have helped and think of all the people who still need you.”
    For a long time he just sat, not moving, contemplating her words.
    “I’m sorry,” he said qu ietly, lifting his head at last. “I shouldn’t have burdened you with this. I should have talked to Major Bernstein or James Rowe.”
    With a firm shake of her head Marissa gave him a small smile, “No, you were right to come to me. After all I offered didn’t I?”
    Craig offered a weak smile. “I’ll have you know this is not a side of me that comes forth very often. I f I can ever repay the favor I would be more than happy to lend a shoulder.”
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    Work continued to prove an exhausting diversion from her time travel predicament , especially as Marissa could find n o readily available route home. Genie Harris and Carolyn Reed were becoming fast and true friends and Marissa was finding herself power fully drawn to Craig Langston. It was more than just a physical attraction, the two of them seemed to know and understand each other more than their brief acquaintanc e could or should account for. Even Brian had not affected her so and she had loved him.
    As she hauled a large bag of laundry through the back door of the hospital she could have kicked herself for getting her thoughts so wrapped up in the man . There were at least one- hundred good reasons not to get involved with Craig, the most important of which that she was not at all over Brian’s betrayal , and sh e was a woman out of time. But even as she silently drilled herself with logic , her thoughts drift ed to the exhilarating feel o f Craig’s firm lips on her own. Dumping the laundry into boiling water she beat the linens as though beating thoughts of the intriguing young doctor from her mind.
    Later that afternoon, Marissa finished putting away freshly rolled bandages on the second story and headed for the stairs, nearly done with work for the day.
    “Marissa certainly ha s whipped this place into shape .” Craig ’s remark drifted up the staircase, his rich tenor shooting a warm thrill through her.
    “You doctors and the orderlies listen to her so well I’m beginning to wonder who is in charge here, her or me!”
    Marissa paused on the opposite side of the bannister, suppressing a pleased grin as the men continued singing her praises. She could just see them standing beneath her in the hall.
    With a laugh Craig g estured to one of the orderlies. “I know what you mean . I don’t remember seeing any of them work so hard or be so organized before she got here.”
    As if on cue a young private approached. “Captain Langston, you have a visitor, a Miss Jamison.”
    Marissa Froze .
    “Please ask Miss Ja mison to wait in the front room, ” Craig ordered politely. “Sir, ” his deep voice continued to Major Bernstein, “ a s far as Corporal Tanner is concerned , we’ll have to see if he makes it through the night. If he does then I’ll take him back to surgery first thing in the morning.”
    Peering covertly around the corner , she watched Craig rinse his hands and face in a basin of water before mak ing his way to the front room. From her vantage point at the top of the stairs it was impossible to see beyond the hallway so Mar is sa crept down the steps to peek through the gap between the door and the wall. She physically grimaced when the pretty raven-haired woman with perfect dimples came into view . Kirsten —or rather , the Marne of the 19 th century. Jealousy surged through Marissa as Kirsten batted impossibly long lashes up at Craig . Given her wont to visit him so frequently at work, Marissa could only surmise the two of them were close.
    “Miss Jamison, how ca n I help you today?” Craig drawled solicitously, portraying the perfect southern gentleman.
    “My family and I were hoping you would honor us with your presence at dinner tomorrow evening ,