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definitely getting out of here. His
grip seemed to have loosened slightly and Ingrid shifted imperceptibly sideways.
Strom’s arms tightened around her again. That was the end of that master plan.
Perhaps she better play along with him for a while.
    “So you’re from the future?”
    “Yes,” his breath tickled her ear.
    “And you’re here to fight international terrorism?”
    “Interplanetary terrorism,” he corrected.
    Oh great, a space cadet. “I see.”
    “And the others, are they fighting interplanetary terrorism
as well?” She couldn’t resist teasing him. “By the way, the dark one is really
cute.”
    Strom growled against her neck, sending a delectable shiver
down her spine.
    “Jake is my first officer.”
    Lovely, he’d brought his whole crew with him . “Do you
have a spaceship?”
    “Not with me, no.”
     
    Strom gritted his teeth with frustration. Ingrid was making
fun of him and she didn’t believe a word he had told her. It was time for a
demonstration. Perhaps he could show her his implants. Strom released her, and
rolling over, he sat up and unbuttoned his shirt. He tossed the shirt over the
back of a chair and started to open his pants. On second thought, maybe that
wasn’t a good idea. He couldn’t seem to control his body’s reaction to her. He
stood up, and reaching into his back pocket, he produced a small, flat item the
size of a cell phone.
    “Do you like the clock, Ingrid? I mean, is it precious to
you?”
    Ingrid shook her head. “Not particularly.”
    Strom set his weapon on the lowest setting and took careful
aim. The clock glowed red for a moment and then it vanished.
    He handed the weapon to her. It was still warm. “This is the
how you turn it on and this is the trigger.”
    His hands rested casually on the waistband of his jeans.
Dark sherry eyes stared at her. “Kill me.”
    Ingrid stared at the space where the clock had been. Strom
watched her expression as she tried to process everything that he had told
her—the time travel, the interplanetary terrorism, everything. Her fingers
touched the trigger indentation. She couldn’t do it. He took the weapon from
her trembling hand.
    “If I asked you one question, would you promise to tell me
the truth?”
    Strom nodded.
    “Why are you here?”
    Up until then, he couldn’t have answered the question, now
he was certain. “I came here tonight to save you.”
    “But why?” Ingrid looked bewildered.
    “That’s two questions.”
    “Please tell me.” Ingrid climbed off the bed. Her hair was tousled
and her robe was partially open, revealing creamy flesh that he longed to
touch. It was too soon for explanations. How do you tell a woman you’d only
known for a couple of hours that she is your wife?
    “Ingrid, either kill me or kiss me. I can’t take the
suspense any longer.”
    So she kissed him. Not with the desperate hunger she had
shown earlier that evening, but a slow shy caress, slanting her lips against
his in a tender embrace. Strom gripped the waistband of his dark jeans, as he
tried to retain some self-control. Her hands became more daring, sliding along
his shoulders and down his chest before touching the hard muscles of his
abdomen with fluttering caresses. He groaned against her lips and surrendered,
his hands tangled in her hair, holding her close as he possessed her with his
ravenous mouth. The part of him that didn’t want to drag her down onto the bed
finally gained the upper hand and he pulled away.
    “You shouldn’t have done that,” he said ruefully, reaching
for his shirt.
    “Then you shouldn’t have asked me.” But she was smiling and
her mouth was pink and bruised from his kisses.
     
    Her mouth was still tingling when they returned to the
sitting room and Jake gave her a knowing grin. That guy must be telepathic. In
their absence, Jake and Pete had made good inroads into the bottle of liquor
and Pete was polishing off the remnants of the salmon. He looked hopefully at
her.
    “The kitchen