Tavington and Olivia reached the grass behind Middleton Place where the ball was held. They came across Bordon, Wilkins and Matt talking to young ladies. She smiled at Matt, knowing so well how he was not the one getting laid in this century, while she was having the best sex she ever had.
She stood next to Matt, holding on to her husband's arm. When she saw Tavington talk with Bordon, she turned to her friend.
"I saw Andrew," she whispered.
"What! Where?" he asked, trying to remind calm.
"I think he is in the kitchen. Maybe he is still there. You should go," she said before the young Elizabeth joined the group.
She was the worst little bitch Olivia ever met. Completely spoiled, not used of not having what she wants and she was having this childish war against Olivia. The moment she had seen the way the colonel looked at Olivia, she knew she lost her chances of marrying him. Of course, she assisted at the wedding and wished the couple a happy life together. In her head, she was just trying to find a way to get rid of her.
Matt excused himself and rushed to the kitchen. He saw half a dozen soldiers drinking and laughing. Andrew turned around and saw his friend. He hugged him and they walked outside of the kitchen, hopping they could talk.
"Go and get Olivia, we are leaving from here," Andrew said.
"What? We can't leave. Olivia's married and I will be seen as a traitor. Where do you want to go?"
"I'm in Benjamin Martin's militia. Tavington killed his son in cold blood. Martin will get his revenge."
"Yeah right, Martin is the ghost. I should have remembered that. So what are you doing with this red coat?"
"You'll see. Do you know how to get back home or we are stuck here forever?"
"No idea. My PhD is in history, not time travel."
"Don't even think about changing anything. The future has to stay the same."
"Everything might already be different… Tavington married Olivia…"
"What if we were already here when the history books were written?"
"Stop with your weird ideas. You have to stay here, with us…"
Andrew stopped and tried to think. This was so hard to choose; fighting for his country against the devil he saw with his own eyes or staying with his friends. He was taken out his daydream with the explosion of the ship. Scott rushed out of the kitchen.
"We have to leave now, before all the soldiers go after the militia," Scott said, grabbing Andrew's arm.
"I have to go. I know where to find you. I'll be back. Take good care of Olivia and trust me, if that man hurt her, I will kill him with my bare hands," Andrew said before hugging his friend.
"I will. Take care of you, man."
Matt watched Andrew leave and thought about his words. A way back home. He had read many articles from a professor at NYC who claimed time travel was possible, but didn't state how to provoke it on purpose. Maybe he should do the interviews he wanted for his own article he planned on writing and try to find a way back.
His thoughts were interrupted by Wilkins, coming in the kitchen.
"Brown, come. The rebels were here. Have you heard the explosion? Tavington wants us on a patrol right now," he said.
"I heard it, the militia is getting bold."
"How do you know it is the militia?" Wilkins asked.
"I guess it was. Who else would do this? This is not General Washington's style of fighting."
"You are right. You know so much about war tactics. I heard Tavington was about to make you captain," he said as they left the kitchen for the stables.
Perfect, Matt thought. Officers were less on the front line. He had been lucky so far; he had only been patrolling, but really needed to make as high rank as he could before the battle of Cowpens.
…
In the heat of the ball, Olivia was holding her husband arm, enjoying a glass of wine. She felt beautiful like never before in those dresses, enjoying how the corsets were enhancing her large chest. She felt desired from a man who was respectful and understanding.
When the ship exploded, Tavington drank the rest of his glass and smashed it, rolling his eyes in his head. He turned around toward Olivia and kissed her hand.
"I have to go, my love."
"I know. Hurry back to me."
"I will."
"I'll touch myself thinking of you in the meantime," she whispered in his ear.
He looked at her, his eyes full of desire, his tongue sliding on his lips. No other woman ever talked to him like this and he didn't need much more to be widely excited. He smiled, looking her up and down.
"I forbid you to," he whispered back.
"Try me. Women from 21th century don't obey orders," she kept on whispering.
A low grunt escaped from his throat and he forced himself to leave. His mind was racing with images of Olivia sprawled on the bed, her legs wide open, her hands touching herself, moaning his name. He shook his head and tried to focus on the task waiting for him once he reached the stables.