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“No groupies allowed up here, Davy.” The older guy was dressed in a business suit and he pointed across at Megan.

“No problem. She’s my girlfriend, and she wasn’t feeling well. I want to keep an eye on her while we do our set.” David reached for his guitar and slung the strap over his shoulder.

“Fair enough.” After flicking a disinterested glance at Megan, he went to the edge of the stage. “Fabulous crowd. A lot more than we’d hoped for. The first festival was an impromptu one but we’ve trebled the crowd this year.

“Ready? It’s only a minute till you’re on.” The guy looked at his watch. “Where’s Holly?”

David shook his head, “Haven’t seen her since she was asleep in the tent. Maybe she’s still down there.” Megan was surprised to see a frown cross his face, and she narrowed her eyes.

Who’s Holly? A girlfriend?

“Slim, is she okay? Can you go down and check on her?”

“You haven’t got time. I’ll go down and look for her while you’re playing. Okay?” The man shot David a sympathetic look and Megan wondered what was going on.

“Thanks, Brian.”

David stepped to the front, but seemed to stay back far enough to keep Megan in his line of sight. Slim walked across and flicked the switches on two large amplifiers next to the speakers and a loud buzz filled the stage. A roar came up from the crowd below and then it hushed with anticipation. Bear slid in behind the drums on the slightly raised platform in the centre of the large stage and grinned at Megan as he stretched and raised his arms above his head.

The energy on the stage was palpable as Brian walked past David.

Megan’s head spun with excitement as the hum from the amplifiers surrounded her, and she lifted the cool glass bottle and held it against her cheek, conscious of David’s gaze fixed on her even as his fingers slid gracefully along the neck of the guitar. A shiver ran down her back and it was more from the intense expression on his face than the cold glass against her skin.

“Music lovers of Glastonbury 1971, let’s enjoy Davy Morgan and his band.” The voice of the announcer boomed over the microphone followed by a loud drumming as Bear crashed his drumsticks down. Then there was silence.

Megan closed her eyes as a roar came from the crowd below and the plaintive notes of one of her favorite Davy Morgan songs hung in the air.

Music lovers of Glastonbury 1971!

He had said 1971. Nineteen seventy-one. Bloody hell.

Either she was dreaming or crazy, or something in this place had taken her back in time. If this was 1971, then David really was Davy Morgan. It was too much to take in. She closed her eyes and let the music fill her—she’d worry later and figure out what to do. In the meantime, she would make the most of wherever—or whenever—she was.

The beat of the music hollowed out and Davy started to sing.

Because it was Davy Morgan’s voice. The voice she’d listened to for so long.

The lyrics were filled with sadness and longing and Megan kept her eyes tightly closed and sang the words, her lips moving slowly in time with the beat and the long-held notes.

My love is for you

Time doesn’t matter

It holds no meaning.

The chorus began and the crowd joined in and the mass of voices rose from below.

Free as a bird to come and leave on the air

Through time, through time.

The words she knew so well had a completely new meaning for her now. Megan kept her eyes squeezed shut. She didn’t open them because she knew David’s gaze was still on her. The feeling warmed her skin as if he’d placed his fingers on her. She knew he watched her as he sang. She held her breath as the music built to a final crescendo, and the long, lonely guitar riff that heralded the last verse filled her ears. The music flowed through her skin, filled her mind and her soul. Her limbs were weightless and she imagined she was flying like the bird in Davy’s song. It was the same feeling she’d experienced last night when Davy had lain with her at the side of the small brook.

For fifteen minutes, she sat with her head back and her eyes closed, as the music swirled around her. Warmth flowed through her and the same sexual excitement that had ripped through her nerve endings last night gripped her once again. Opening her eyes, she lifted her gaze to Davy and the sexual energy crackled between them. His dark brooding eyes were fixed on her and she knew he felt the same desire she did. Her lips parted softly and she ran her hands slowly up her arms as she held his gaze.

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As soon as the first word had left his lips, and Megan had closed her eyes, David was enthralled. The synergy of the band flowed and completed the circle they always strove for, but this time, Megan was a part of it. She leaned back in the chair with her eyes closed and when her mouth moved with the song, all David could think of was the feel of her lips beneath his.