Page 84 of Twin Flames
‘Please Eddie, please. Remember your certainty about when you think of the place and time you want to travel to; you will get there? Please try again. Try for me, for George, for Thomas andMay. We need to delay the rescue and reevaluate once I’ve been to Seville and met this version of George. We can still implement our plan at the last minute if we need to. It’s too much of a coincidence to ignore, and I didn’t tell you that I had a warning from Angel Gabriel when I went to Sylvia for a reading.’
She imagined Eddie rolling his eyes. He was sceptical of anything that he couldn’t at least attempt to prove with the power of numbers.
Eddie coughed. ‘Okay, okay. I’ll have a go, but I’m not promising anything.’
He shook his head. He found it impossible to say no to Cara.
‘Thank you. You’re the best.’
Seville, present day
Cara emerged into the arrivals hall which was flooded with Spanish sunshine. She blinked and fished around in her handbag for her tortoiseshell sunglasses.
Making her way outside, she joined the queue to wait for a taxi. Before leaving, she had looked up the address of the villa which had belonged to George on her last trip. It was unlisted, and she couldn’t confirm who lived in the house now, but she had a strong hunch it was a good place to begin her search for the new George.
There was a pattern in her two simultaneous lives so she thought it as good a punt as any that the villa might lead her to him, or at least provide a clue. The same places cropped up repeatedly in her time travel.
As the taxi wound around the bends of the steep rolling hills, Cara experienced a feeling of deja-vu that was more intense than just a memory of her last visit. The sense of having been there many times before was akin to what she’d experienced with George at Hampton Court Palace. They’d visited together for his interview and wandered around the apartment they’d shared in Tudorville, and even he had commented on feeling as though he’d been there before. That was strange in itself. How had he experienced that when he hadn’t been in the apartment before? It must have been a karmic memory.
The taxi pulled up outside a set of majestic gates, and Cara used her rudimentary Spanish to request that the driver wait for her when she went to knock on the door. As she walked towards the grand entrance, she was accosted by memories of her time with George. They’d eaten lunch on the verandah and made love many times during that first perfect night. A wave of yearning rippled through her. She missed him.
She heard the sound of a woman’s laughter and looked up.
Cara raised her hand and rapped hard on the imposing wooden door. The villa looked the same as she remembered. Several seconds later, a maid appeared.
Cara smiled and said, ‘Ingles?’
‘Good day. Yes, I speak English. How can I help you?’
‘Thank you. I’m wondering whether this is the Cavendish residence. I’m looking for George.’
The maid smiled and nodded as she stood aside and beckoned Cara to enter. ‘I’ll get him for you. Your name, please?’
Cara stood in the marble entrance hall and began to panic. She hadn’t thought this through at all. The last thing she’d expected was to find George immediately. She’d thought he would be out or away on business even if he lived there. She hadn’t truly believed he’d live there! It was too much of a coincidence.
‘Cara Bailey,’ she stammered. ‘I’m here on business.’
A few minutes later, George bounded down the winding staircase and headed towards her, smiling.
‘Hello. Lovely to meet you,’ he said, hand outstretched. ‘I feel at a slight disadvantage because I don’t recognise your name. You do look so very familiar though. But I can’t place you just yet. Don’t tell me, Cara; I’ll get it soon.’
Her heart lurched. He was as charming as ever. That didn’t seem to change no matter the era. His smile was contagious, and he pushed his dark floppy hair away from his eyes.
Cara was giddy. This was all too weird. Seeing him like this, almost identical, and saying he recognised her.
‘You look a bit pale. How rude of me, may I get you a glass of water? Or you know what—even better—come up to the terrace and join us. We’re having a small luncheon, nothing fancy but come and have a drink. It’s scorching this time of day.’
She smiled and followed him, not knowing what else to do.
‘Wherever have you been darling?’ said a stunning woman in a red dress which accentuated her slender figure. Cara guessed she must be in her late thirties. The woman touched George’s hand as she reached his side, and he draped his arm lightly across her shoulders.
They were close. Cara regretted showing up like this. It was too much to take. She feared her heart might explode out of her chest. What had she been thinking? Of course, he would be involved. She couldn’t just drop out of the sky and expect him to be waiting. It was no different to last time.
‘Kate, meet Cara.’
‘Oh, how lovely. You must be one of the few friends of George’s I haven’t met. Are you over on holiday or do you live in Seville?’
Cara wished the vortex would magically whisk her away now. As if things could get any worse, the woman; Kate, seemed genuinely nice.
