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David lifted her hands away. “Later, Holly.”

Before he could move away, she pushed into him and her hands were on the front of his pants. “You have gotten me so hot, David.” She’d never spoken to him like that before. Despite his disapproval of her publicity ideas, they’d always maintained a professional relationship.

“What the fuck are you on, Holly?” He narrowed his eyes as he looked down at her. Her pupils were dilated and she stared past him.

“Have you being smoking dope?” He grasped her arms, and led her to the stairs he’d just come down. Seconds later, Bear appeared at the top.

“Mate, look after her, will you? I’ve got to go and find Megan before she disappears.”

Holly was with it enough to glare at him. “Who’s Megan?”

David didn’t answer as he handed her over to Bear and he took off as the electric folksy music of Fairport Convention began to play. He ducked and weaved through the roaring crowd as hands reached out to him, but most of their attention was on the new band on the stage. His arms and chest were slick with the sweat running down his neck and face, and he reached up and pushed his hair back as it stuck to his brow and dropped across his eyes.

Finally he stood at the side of the stage and anxiously scanned the crowds.

Thank the gods.

Her reddish hair stood out like a beacon against the bright light and he pushed his way through the crowd.

“Watch it, man.” One of the concertgoers shoved him with his elbow as he tried to reach Megan but apologised as soon as he looked over at David.

“Oh, sorry. Hey, look girls, it’s Davy Morgan.”

David shook his head and grabbed Megan’s arm. She turned to him, her face rapt. Twin spots of colour stained her cheeks and she reached up and wiped her tears away with a shaking hand. He took her hand firmly in his and cleared a path through the crowd. Silently he led her away from the solid mass of noise, behind the pyramid and towards the riverbank. Along the way they passed three couples on the ground, totally oblivious to the world, immersed in their own private activity.

Megan’s soft gasp reached him in the darkness as she moved to the side before she stepped on a naked couple entwined on the grass in the middle of the path.

Finally they were away from the noise and the crowd. The air was soft and still as they came to a stop beside the riverbank.

Megan looked up at him wordlessly and he held his arms out to her.

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She leaned into David’s bare chest. It was hot and slick with sweat. Closing her eyes, she felt safe for the first time since she’d fainted in the field this afternoon. It was like coming home. His strong arms held her close and the smell of sweat and stage makeup filled her senses. Finally he spoke and his voice seemed guarded.

“How did you get here, Megan? Do you know about the stones?”

“Yes, I know the Stones are due here. What’s that got to do with anything?” She stepped back from him and crossed her arms. A shiver went through her. Now that she was away from the excitement of the performance and out in the open air, the night was cool. She rubbed her hands up and down her arms as she looked up at David.

His face was closed, so different from the energy and life it had been filled with on the stage.

“He called you Davy Morgan.” Confusion filled her. “Why did he call you Davy?”

David dropped his forehead against hers as he reached for her elbows and his warm breath fluttered her hair.

“Because that’s who I am,” he said simply.

“You do his songs so well. It is almost as though you are him.”

Ice skittered through Megan’s limbs as David lifted his head and looked out over the fields into the dark night.

“I have to get you home, Megan.” His voice was quiet and distant. “Quickly.”

Something was wrong and she didn’t understand what was happening.

“Why?”

“Because you shouldn’t be here.”