Ty sat up, peering down into her eyes, his hair a mussed halo of blonde sexiness around his beautiful face. "Where, Austin? That's not too far from here. You could go home and take care of whatever you need to, but then come back...and stay with me."

Sure, what he was saying would make sense, if she were going home to Austin in 1856, but she wasn't, and she couldn't tell him that.

Why not? Her punch-drunk, love-drugged logical mind asked. What harm is ...