Ordinarily, Mark would be all for an early morning quickie. Looking down into by then familiar eyes would usually cause him to wake up quite easily. The touch of her lips on his skin didn't hurt either. But right then, he was trying to swallow down panic. What the hell? The seal, possibly. At least he was still a guy. Small favors. They were in an awfully comfortable bed to have been kidnapped and prepped for murder.
"Faith, look around." Carefully, he extracted himself from her arms, sitting up and trying to get his bearings. It reminded him of his house from when he was a kid. He and Cindy had snuck into their parents' room to play way too many times for him not to feel a little overwhelmed. Maybe he'd been sent back? Or to his past? But then why was Faith with him?
No, it didn't make any sense. And the more he looked, there were too many differences. Yes, it was nicely decorated, but he knew style and this wasn't his mother's. The clay handprints he and his sister made weren't there. But a photo was. Faith and a little boy he didn't recognize. "Something you want to tell me?"