A Sexy Time of It. Cara Summers

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СКАЧАТЬ time travelers were required to make themselves psychically invisible when they visited another time. This made it easier for them to follow the Prime Directive. Becoming personally acquainted with anyone in a previous time was prohibited—unless it was absolutely necessary for security enforcement purposes. He’d argued that in this instance it was.

      Deirdre studied him very closely. Anyone worth their salt in security had a sixth sense for recognizing a lie when they heard it. He prayed that she wouldn’t see through him. He’d spoken the truth. It just wasn’t the whole truth. As seconds ticked by, Max had to put some effort into not glancing back at Neely’s picture.

      The first time he’d seen it, he hadn’t been able to look away for a very long time. There was something in her face that pulled at him. No. That was too weak a word for what had compelled him to study Neely Rafferty’s image for hours.

      Seeing her in person, watching her go about her business, had only deepened the effect she had on his senses. He had no idea why, but he knew that she posed a threat to him. Walking into her store that day had been a mistake. Everything that had pulled at him from a distance had intensified during those minutes he’d spent in Bookends. But when he’d touched her, held her wrist in his hands for those few moments, he’d known beyond a doubt that she was the key. Without her, he was not going to avenge his sister’s death.

      If he could just figure out what it was about her that scrambled his brain. In many ways she was ordinary looking. Her hair was the color of honey and she wore it short, the way many women in his time wore theirs. Her face wasn’t what he would have called beautiful, but it was interesting. Her skin was pale and her features delicate, but she had a strong chin and a mouth that hinted at stubbornness and passion. It was her mouth that had nearly been his downfall.

      He’d felt her eyes on him the whole time he’d wandered through the store, and it had been as intimate as a caress. That was when he’d known that he had to touch her. Just once. So he’d dropped the book as a ploy, and he’d timed it perfectly. She’d been so close that her scent had wrapped around him. Something that reminded him of spring rains, and he’d wondered if he would taste that flavor on her skin—or on her lips.

      He’d watched her blue-gray eyes darken, not in surrender, but in sensual excitement. And then he’d felt her in his mind, willing him to kiss her. Her desire had fueled his own, nearly destroying his control. Never in his life had he experienced anything like it. God, he’d wanted to touch her—to slip that blouse off of her and let his hands run over every inch of her. For a moment, in his mind, his mouth had covered hers and he’d known that he could have her. The power of that knowledge had streamed through him. And he’d almost acted on his desire, taking her right there on the floor of the bookstore, quick and hard and hot. It would have been incredible. Crazy. And not at all what he’d gone there to do.

      Pure survival instinct had given him the strength to pull back at the last minute, and he’d nearly run out of the store.

      Deirdre was still studying him, still trying to read him, so he said, “Look, Dee, I can’t explain it but she’s the key. I’m as certain of that as I am that the Ripper is a psychic time traveler. And who knows what other advanced psychic abilities he possesses. He has to be stopped.”

      “I hope I’m not making a mistake.”

      Max smiled at her then. “The mistake would be if you don’t approve my proposal.”

      “Right.” She held his gaze, not returning his smile. “Now all I have to do is convince Mr. Shaw of that. I want to make one thing crystal clear. You have to catch the Ripper here in this century, at this exact time. I don’t want you pulling off any tricks so that your sister and the other four girls here won’t be killed. I need to know that I can trust you not to mess with the rules before I give you the go-ahead.”

      Max rose then and extended a hand. “I know I can’t undo my sister’s death. I’ll bring the Ripper to you. My word on that.”

      She grasped his hand. “Take care.”

      

      BACK IN HIS OFFICE, Max checked to see if he had everything he needed. He’d packed ahead of time. He didn’t want to stick around long enough for Deirdre to have second thoughts. The black shirt and jeans he’d changed into were from 2008. He’d selected them earlier from the supply that TGS stocked for each time period. The small cylindrical weapon that he tucked into his pocket wasn’t. Neither was the palm-size computer clipped to his belt. The small duffel he’d slung over his shoulder contained what he’d need for a very short stay. The hunt was on. He planned to arrive in 2008 on the evening of May 15, and the Ripper would kill Neely Rafferty in the early hours of May 17. That gave him only about thirty hours to identify his man. Considering his experience in the bookstore, the less time he spent with Neely Rafferty, the better. Once he arrived in 2008, the clock would be ticking.

      Shutting his eyes, he pictured the row of brownstones on Thirty-fifth Street where Neely lived. As soon as the details became clear in his mind, he would begin the journey. For nearly forty years now, a percentage of the population who carried a specific gene had been able to psychically travel back through time. They could travel to any time they could vividly picture in their minds. Thirty years ago TGS had added training classes and licensing requirements for anyone wishing to travel to the past. So far, no one could travel to the future because they couldn’t “see” future times in their minds.

      Of course the whole concept of going back in time was based on an older theory that time existed in a linear way—the way in which humans experience it. But physicists at the turn of the twenty-second century had proposed a new theory—that all times exist simultaneously. The image with which they proposed to replace the older time line was one of concentric circles. Not all scientists bought into the idea, and the discussion was ongoing. The only thing that everyone agreed on was that in this experimental stage of psychic time travel, absolutely nothing should be done to change the past—because altering past events could destroy the present.

      Suzanna had disagreed with the whole concept of the Prime Directive. Max had taken an oath to enforce it. And now, he wasn’t supposed to do a damn thing to save his sister. But he sure as hell could catch her killer.

      Realizing that he’d allowed his mind to wander, Max drew his thoughts back to Thirty-fifth Street in Manhattan. The first time he’d visited he’d studied a photo, but this time he had the memory fresh in his mind. As if he were painting a scene, he arranged the details in his mind—the budding trees filtering the moonlight, the street lamps, and the geranium-filled pots that flanked the door of Bookends. When he’d pictured the street in his mind with as many details as he could remember, he set his will to it. Immediately, he experienced the sudden suspension of his body as if he’d become totally weightless. Then came the howling rush of wind, the velvety blackness. When he felt the pull of gravity return, he opened his eyes and found himself sitting on a stoop across from Bookends. The store was dark, closed for the night, but there was still a light on in an upstairs window.

      Leaning back against the railing, he stretched out his legs and crossed his ankles. Tomorrow, he and Neely would meet again face-to-face. A tingle of anticipation moved through him. He didn’t believe in lying to himself. He wanted her, and the connection he felt with her was so strong that he wondered if he would be able to control his craving. Time was on his side. In less than thirty hours, she would be the Ripper’s last victim in 2008. Surely he would be able to restrain himself.

      On the other hand, time was running out. What would happen if instead of waiting until morning, he walked across the street, climbed the steps and knocked on her door? An image struck him forcefully, vividly, pushing everything else out of his mind. They were locked together in a bed, arms and legs tangled, moving as one. The desire СКАЧАТЬ