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left but he stood too close for her to escape from the shop.
A long finger lifted her chin. She gazed into his dark velvet eyes. Determination
and an iron resolve lay deep within their depths. Whatever she may think she had no
doubt he believed he could travel through time. His eyes continued to delve into hers
and she cringed knowing he would see the skepticism there.
She gave a mental shrug. Who knew? Maybe he could waltz through time. Stranger
things popped up on the Internet all the time. At least he wasn t wearing a tinfoil
helmet and receiving signals from alien life forms.
You made some comments about holding me again, dancing with me again. What
was that about? she asked, deciding to play along. Has that got anything to do with
this time travel thing?
His hand slid around the nape of her neck and he drew her up.
Her knees buckled and she fell against him. Jelly. That s what he did to her. He
turned her into jelly. As if he d expected this reaction, he clasped his arm around her
waist and anchored her to him.
It s my own fault. I should be horsewhipped for what I did, he whispered against
her temple. I ll make it up to you, darling.
His presence overwhelmed her. The distinct masculine scent she now identified
only with him filled her senses. Her vocal cords tangled in her throat. His face was
close, close enough that all she had to do was tilt her head and he could kiss her, kiss
her like he d done last night.
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Juliana. Juliana, please try to remember. The desperation in his tone snapped her
out of the sensual stupor his closeness brought on.
She seemed to lose her brain every time he held her. She had no business being in
his arms. Okay, so she was inexplicably attracted to him. Why not? He was a good-
looking guy take that back a great-looking guy who kept throwing himself at her.
What girl wouldn t be attracted to him? But and it was a huge but she was in a
committed relationship with someone else so she d better stop fooling around.
She wiggled out of his arms and stepped away. Look, I remember a great time last
night but it was a mistake and it won t happen again so why don t you get in your time
machine or launch pad or whatever and go back wherever you belong?
It s momentum, he said. It s the force of the momentum when my body moves
both clockwise and counterclockwise simultaneously. My body mass transforms into a
gaseous state and then into pure energy, which allows me to travel along the time-space
continuum.
Huh? Her mouth dropped open. All she could do was stare.
He scrubbed his hand across his eyes. I think about going to a time, a place, and I
spin. Dancing permits me to do this without attracting any undue notice.
He spoke in a rush, holding her attention by the sheer force of his presence and the
pleading tone of his voice. He raised his hands in an imploring gesture. She couldn t
take her eyes from his earnest face as the strange words tumbled from his sensuous lips.
She blinked. Pure energy? Space-time continuum? Spin? Either he really was a time
traveler or somebody here had watched way too much Star Trek. She was inclined to
think he had Spock ears and a phaser at home in a closet.
The front door to the shop rattled and a loud knock sounded. Her gaze
automatically darted to the cuckoo clock. Ohmigod. I should have opened an hour
ago. Saturday is always my biggest day. She raced to the front door. In one fluid
movement she turned off the alarm, lifted the door shade, flipped over the Open sign
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and opened the door. The interruption also provided her with an excuse to escape from
the incredibly handsome nutcase. Maybe if she ignored him he d get the hint and leave.
Good morning. She smiled as a middle-aged woman bustled in with two
tweenage girls in her wake. It was a wonder they didn t trip or knock things over since
they barely glanced up from their text messaging. Mrs. Hatcher had been a regular
customer since Juliana could remember. She had a fondness for anything old and a
tendency to push her taste onto her daughters.
I was afraid you weren t going to open today, the woman said, hustling toward
the vintage clothing area. The girls are going to a retro party tonight and I knew you
would have just the right outfits for them to Well hel-lo. Mrs. Hatcher gave Juliana s
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