Many of the early chapters you will read in _The Lost Worlds are heavily modified versions of chapters that I originally wrote for the original story....o address any concerns of plagiarism, only my content has been brought over to this story.I hope you enjoy the story. If you have any feedback or constructive criticism, feel free to leave a comment or shoot me a DM.**** I'm still editing these chapters so there might be some inconsistencies. These will all be fixed in the coming days at which. Greg hired Owen to run the ranch. They'll arrive in October. Leah's an archeologist and a professor at ASU. Clint took her out to dinner, hired a limo for the date, sent flowers, the whole nine yards. Then he invited her here to go horseback riding, rented the horses, went all out again. After the ride and some time in the hot tub, they disappeared into his bedroom. I don't know what happened, but Leah hasn't been around since, and Clint ... well, he wasn't himself after that. He's just. Why is it not safe for you to go back?" I know it is not safe because I know Dartmoor. My tent is wet. If I put it up again before drying it, it would not keep the rain out. I don't have enough food or fuel. Then there is me. I am tired after last night. I am not fit enough to take the risk." I'm sorry, Duncan. Is there anything we can do to make up for your lost weekend?" I think you three said thank you last night and this morning. There is something you three can do for me." Yes?" Please. "No… I…" He got up, and held his hand out to her. "Please?" he asked, smiling. Again her body acted on its own will, and before she could do anything her hand was stretching to reach his. When their skins made contact she felt a wave of shivers go down her spine that almost made her retrieve her hand from his. "Good girl!" without giving her more time to think he practically dragged her to the main stage, where a couple of assistants were waiting for his commands. "I'm Damian, by the way..