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her nose with the back of her hand. “Hey, that was pretty good.”
    He pointed to the image of her.
    “Well, that’s me. I mean, obviously.”
    He waited, searching her face. He tapped the image of her again, more insistently this time.
    She passed her hand over her eyes. “Right. Sorry. I’m an idiot. You want my name. Jenna .”
    He jerked his chin sharply at her.
    “My name is Jenna,” she said, then more slowly and pointing to herself, “Jenna.”
    “Jjjeennnnaaa,” he rumbled. He leaned closer, his callused hand cupping her face. “Jjjeeennnaaaa.”
    She caught herself rubbing her cheek against the warmth of his rough palm.
    She cleared her throat. “What’s your name? I mean, aliens must have names too, right?”
    He was looking at her mouth again as if trying to decipher the stream of words.
    She pointed at the photo. “Pap.” She pointed at herself. “Jenna.” Then she touched his chest, raising her eyebrows.
    “Rrraaa’kkuurrr.”
    “Ra’kur?” she repeated, trying to mimic his rolling growl.
    A smile flittered across his face but whether he was amused by her pronunciation or happy that she’d even come close she couldn’t tell.
    “Jjjeeennnaaaa. Rrraaa’kkuurrr.” He took her hand and placed her palm against his chest, his hand over hers. She could feel his heart thumping under her palm. He growled something but whether it was a bunch of words or one really long one she couldn’t even begin to say.
    He seemed to be expecting something back so she offered a quick smile. “Jenna. Ra’kur.”
    She eased her hand out from under his and placed the photo back on the mantle. She took a shaky breath; Pap grinned back at her.
    “Come on, Ra’kur.” Jenna gave the alien a watery smile. “Let’s get you a brownie.”

Four

     
    Maybe I should have gone with Parcheesi instead . . .
    She got two tiny brownies and Ra’kur got the rest of the pan. By the time he’d polished off his stack of brownies, rumbling happily again, it wasn’t even ten o’clock. He wasn’t showing any signs of sleepiness for her to even think about snagging the car keys and this time of year the sun wouldn’t rise till half past seven.
    Jenna wasn’t sure when he was going to fall asleep. Maybe he only slept once a week or something.
    For all she knew, he never slept at all.
    Being stuck without satellite left her with a bunch of musty-smelling board games and whatever old films were around to entertain her alien guest. Jenna unpacked some DVDs from the “donate” box trying to find something they could watch. Ra’kur examined the disks, turning them this way and that in the light, seeming just as fascinated by the mirror-like side as the printed one.
    She flipped past Rocky and—oh-no-fucking-way— Predator and settled on The Gentleman Rogue .
    Ra’kur sat beside her on the big plaid sofa—she had to move the coffee table to make room for his long legs—watching the costume romantic comedy with polite attention. Not being able to understand the Gentleman Rogue, Charles, and Lady Nell’s snappy, flirty dialogue while the pair ran around Restoration England would no doubt make this film really boring but Jenna wanted him calm, maybe even sleepy, which was why she’d picked it.
    Well, that and she’d forgotten all about the scene when the Rogue and Lady Nell kiss.
    As soon as Charles laid one on Nell, Ra’kur sat bolt upright, his attention riveted to the screen. He leaned forward, studying as Charles and Nell fell back on the bed to get hot and heavy, their lacy, anachronistic undies flying.
    When the scene cut to the next morning with the still-naked Rogue jumping out the window to escape the Duke and his men, Ra’kur turned wide, glowing eyes on her.
    Jenna cringed, remembering how she’d tried to kiss him earlier.
    “Yeah, listen, I . . . Hey!” she exclaimed, pushing herself up from the sofa. “How’d you like to try popcorn?”
    She headed toward the kitchen but quicker than she could have