June the 29th, approximate, in the year of our lord, 1867.oOo“You’re smiling at something funny,” James teased, raising one of his eyebrows as i... to turn it into a question.“A stray thought,” I admitted, giggling at the image that had sprung into my mind. James spreading a checker cloth blanket upon a meadow, looking dashing in his military uniform while I stood by and watched, prim and properly dressed, a bonnet upon my head and a grape basket filled with sandwiches, turnovers and warm. “I’m nervous as hell. I planned to ask Abby to marry me before the NHL draft but I guess that means nothing now that my hockey career is over. I just hope she’ll say yes even though I won’t be able to give her the rich lifestyle of an NHL hockey player. I love Abby so much and will be so lucky to be her husband. But what if she says no when I ask her?” Brad wondered out loud to Mrs. Chandler.“Are you kidding me? I don’t know how many times she’s put her hands on her hips and told me, ‘You know. "That's why we were in that ancient place the last earth year! I remember sire but nothing lookedanything like we have today." Twitty told him."Maybe not to you but do you perhaps know what this is?" Bill said as he held up an odd shapedancient looking bracelet. It was an aquamarine color that had the color draining from her face assoon as she saw it."An elite royal guardian band." Twitty was whispering as she looked at her wrist seeing almosther own bracelet. To her eye they looked exactly the. The problem started when BJ joined the ER team in which Judy worked. His schedule meant he was on duty for most of the shifts that she was also scheduled to work. As a result they spent long and often unsocial hours in each other’s company and not surprisingly developed one of the close working relationships I had feared.On many occasions this would spill into the team’s after-hours socialising so they were spending time together outside work too.My suspicions moved up a notch.Once again, I.