Chapter 11The crowd on Dover’s Hill roared with approval as the next pair of contestants stamped their way forward. The annual Roger Dover’s Cotswold Olimpick Games on Dover’s Hill outside of Chipping Campden had been in full swing when they arrived. Aaron had forgotten about them but some part of him must have remembered that today would be a good day for an outing.
For a date.
Jane’s kiss had almost made him collapse into the flowing lane in Blockley and drift back to where they’d started before her transformation. She had walked in the water with the gentle grace of a deer browsing through the deep Vermont woods. Her steps had left almost no impression, as if she wasn’t really there. No slogging and splashing for the Faerie Queen, instead she had flowed upstream in perfect harmony wit
