Forever Timeless

Chapter Four

Lucy POV

Wyatt and I parted from Rufus and began walking around the first floor of the mansion while Rufus explored the second level. Wyatt steered me around the edge of the dance floor as we watched for any of Flynn's guys or Flynn himself. I looked among the crowd of men and women searching for a familiar face.

"Wyatt, I don't see any of them," I whispered into his ear.

"Let's just sit down at a table and watch while we wait for Rufus. The party doesn't officially start for another 10 minutes anyways, "Wyatt responds, leading me to a circular table at the edge of the room.

We take a seat at the small circular table and I watch Wyatt glancing around the room. I couldn't deny that he looked very good in his dinner jacket, but if I was really being honest with myself when did he not? I had noticed Wyatt in a very different way ever since the Lincoln Assassination, but i was trying very hard not to let my mind wander that far.

"You good, Lucy?" Wyatt questioned waving a hand in front of my face.

I nod, "Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine," I look up to the stairway across the room, "Rufus is on his way over."

I stood as Rufus made his way over to stand behind Wyatt, "Find anything?"

"Nothing," Rufus sighed, "Our best bet is probably to just act normal and hope we find a lead."

"So just act like we would normally at a party?" Wyatt asked, "Like Flynn isn't even planning anything?"

"Well it isn't like we have anything else to go on. This is probably our best bet," I sighed and sat back down at my seat next to Wyatt.

"I'm going to head back upstairs to look around a bit more. I'll meet you guys back here in a little while," Rufus stated as he turned around and headed back upstairs.

Wyatt and I were silent for a few minutes until I watched him stand and extend his hand to me, "Do you want to dance?"

I had to nearly force myself to move, but I offered him a small nod, "Sure."

I stand and follow him to the edge of the dance floor. As we position ourselves I nearly gasp when Wyatt changes the distance between us and pulls me flush against him. I'm silent for the next few minutes trading my attention between watching the crowd and watching Wyatt's facial expressions, but there was one I wanted to be doing much more than the other. I'm nearly tempted to rest my head on his shoulder when he turns to look at me, and gives me a look that makes my heart skip a beat unwillingly.

"How're you? I know everything was hard and you didn't want to be doing this. And then your family too," Wyatt asks softly before pausing, "Just how're you."

I nod a few times so I can regain my thoughts, "I'm okay. Things are just so different so quickly, but I'm learning to adjust. I'm happy I didn't quit though, or you get fired. This whole time travel thing is growing on me. I mean we're in 1952 in London just before the coronation of Queen Elizabeth. Two months ago that seemed impossible, but now I'm seeing and meeting people I idolized. It's definitely crazy, but so, so amazing."

I feel a soft chuckle erupt from Wyatt's chest, "Yeah, I can tell you're always so excited when we first meet some historical person who isn't trying to kill us. But I'm glad we stuck with this job too. It's definitely growing on me," Wyatt finished gifting me with a smile as he spun me around.

Wyatt looks down to his side before he glances back up to me, "You really do look beautiful in that dress. I like it on you, Lucy, it looks really good."

I grin up at Wyatt, "Thank you. Compliments from Wyatt Logan. How rare."

Wyatt laughs, "Yeah, well I'm sure as we get to know each other better there will be a lot more headed your way."