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He just pushed open the gate and wandered away. Probably didn’t go far.”
    Exasperation carried her to where he stood. “Why didn’t you stop him?”
    Brian shrugged and offered her a smile he hoped would annoy. “I’m a vampire, remember? I don’t do the cowboy thing.”
    â€œA vampire. Right.” She cast him a mocking glance. “Then I guess you didn’t have to worry about the heat thing last night.”
    â€œHeat’s easy, babe.” He slid her a glance meant to demonstrate exactly how easy it was.
    â€œHmm.”
    She pursed her lips, then walked toward the gate. He noted the pursing with detachment. Okay, maybe not so detached. She had great lips, a sensual woman’s lips. Someone should sue her for false advertising.
    He followed her to the gate, then watched asshe picked up the lead line from where it was draped over the wall. “Strange. I tied the gate shut last night with this line. No way the horse could have untied it.” She narrowed her gaze. “Are you sure that you—”
    â€œI don’t do petty stuff just to annoy people.” He grinned. “When I do something, you’ll know why. I’m a goal-oriented kind of guy.”
    â€œWell, someone did. The horse didn’t lay the lead line over the wall when he finished untying it.”
    He watched her as she strode through the open gate, his gaze automatically dropping to the sway of her hips in those old . . . jeans. Brian frowned. It was tough trying to keep the names of things straight. The Language Assimilation Program did a great job of preparing time travelers, but even the best program had gaps.
    His grin returned as she quickened her pace. She had enough swing and sway to tempt any man, but he knew if any man grasped those hips and pulled her tight between his legs, it’d be like riding a block of ice. But he wasn’t “any man.” He was the best because he could read a woman before he even touched her. And that sway said—
    â€œThere he is.” She pointed down the hill to where the old bay horse grazed near the main road, oblivious to the trouble he’d caused. As they made their way toward the horse, Ally turned her attention back to Brian Byrne. “So what do you do for a living when you’re not searching out your roots?”
    â€œHave sex with thousands of women.” He slanted her a grin that would’ve knocked her off her feet if she wasn’t already laid out flat by his comment. “Professionally, of course.”
    â€œWell, that makes it okay then.” A porn star? Her instinct said no. But her instinct had also thought Dave was a great guy when she first met him. How wrong was that? Hmm. What else could Brian be? How about crazy? Sounded logical to her. She was alone with a crazy man. A sexy crazy man, but crazy was still crazy. “Umm, I can do this by myself if you have something else to do.”
Please have something else to do.
    â€œYou see, in my time—” he leaned close for an aside—“I’m talking 2502 here—” he leaned away, and she allowed her breath to escape in a relieved whoosh—“there aren’t many males with much sex drive. I’m talking zero want.”
    â€œGot it. Want is important.” If she ran like hell, would he catch her? She remembered last night. He’d catch her.
    â€œSo sex has become a spectator sport. Sort of like your football.” His satisfied expression indicated everything should be perfectly clear to her now.
    She couldn’t run, and in hand-to-hand combat she’d be toast, so she had to keep him talking until she could figure out how to get rid of him. No way would she lead him back to the wagon. Katy would probably ply him with a glass of milk and cookies, then make him tell her the rest of his sexual fantasy.
    Think.
This was 2002 AD. Translation: After Dave. She was a new woman, a strong and resourceful