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prayed for a logical, 21 st century explanation for what her eyes and heart were telling her. There was no way he could’ve grown his beard or changed clothes in the instant her back had been turned. No way would this character outfit have gone unnoticed under the other clothing, especially not those boots.
    Those burnished blond eyebrows, several shades darker than his hair, knit together over those bright blue eyes. “Does my clothing offend?” He ran a hand over his beard. “I will shave at the first opportunity.”
    Offend ? “No.” She thought she might be drooling. “I’m just...” Surprised was an understatement. “How did you...?” It seemed she couldn’t complete a question with all of them piling up.
    He had one hand on the big hilt of the sword on the counter, another on the dog’s head again. “The use of magic was necessary to blend in with the people on the street,” he explained defensively. “It was merely a light glamour and I assure you it required nothing of dark magic. If we are alone, I would rather conserve my energy.”
    That made sense, if sense could be a result of impossible, magical explanations. “By all means be comfortable.” What else could she say? “Nick said this place would have everything you need in this time.” She shook her head. “Can’t believe I just said that.” She pressed her lips together, struggling to regain her balance in a world that seemed to have tipped sideways. Wayne had gone from hoax to legit in the span of a few seconds. “You really are from the past,” she whispered, belief washing through her with every heartbeat. “Gawain the Gallant of Arthur’s Round Table.”
    “I am.” He shifted, sketching another quick bow. “Though my presence here should never have been necessary.” The scowl returned in force as he examined the kitchen. “My squire, your ancestor, promised he would not procreate.”
    Her mouth fell open again, this time with offense. Wayne spoke as though her ancestor had wronged him, despite the evidence of all the precautions the O’Malleys had established in case of an emergency. “That was a terrible thing you asked of him.”
    “You were not there,” Wayne countered. “You do not understand the ramifications of his failure, in my time or now in yours.”
    She folded her arms over her chest, refusing to be treated as though she was featherbrained. “Dealing with an arrogant knight out of time is becoming a big ramification for me.” She searched through cabinets until she found bowls for the dog. Filling one with food and another with fresh water, she made a point of serving the dog over the man, giving Sterling heaps of attention and affection.
    The dog soaked it up, alternately sending her adoring gazes and gobbling up the food. “If the magic wears you out, I guess we’re stuck here until Nick says otherwise. What do you want to eat?” she asked, worried the pantry might not have enough to support a man of Wayne’s size.
    “Whatever the cook has prepared will be fine.”
    She kept her gaze level, though it was a trial not to roll her eyes. He couldn’t know how many customs had changed. “We’re alone, remember? No squires or servants. I’m the cook, unless you’d rather do the honors.” He shook his head. “Of course not.” She opened the pantry and considered her options, feeling Wayne’s gaze on her back. Why had Nick left her alone with him? “Go find normal clothes while I figure it out.”
    He turned in a circle, his brows beetling in the frown that was becoming familiar to her. “Where might those be?”
    She couldn’t quite resist the pinch of sympathy she felt for him. Based on her family’s version of events, when he’d cast the spell he thought it would be final. In his place, she’d be freaking out. Hell, having him in her place, her time, had her freaking out.
    She cleared her throat. “Forget normal clothing. I’ll fix something and then we’ll discover what other secrets