“Yeah. When she took a step, I saw the limp.”
“Did she work there?”
“I don’t know. Maybe she had some other business at the place.”
She turned to look at the plate beside the door. Now she could read it, and it said, “Solomon Clinic.”
The door behind them opened, and Evelyn Morgan stepped out.
“I want to talk to you.”
“I’m afraid not.” Jake tightened his grip on Rachel’s hand and started down the street.
He was worried that Evelyn Morgan would follow, but he heard no footsteps behind him.
In the distance he heard a police siren.
“Are they coming for us because we weren’t authorized to be in there?”
“I don’t know.”
“Now what?”
He knew how they had traveled to the past. He hoped to hell they could leave using the same technique, but not in front of anyone else.
His heart was pounding as he ducked between a hardware store and a restaurant called the Waterside, coming to an abrupt stop when he found they were facing a bayou. The restaurant had a wooden deck overlooking the water, with tables where patrons could eat.
He and Rachel climbed onto the deck, out of the passageway between the buildings.
“Now what?” Rachel gasped as she looked around. “She must have seen where we went.”
The deck projected over the water, where he could see a turtle swimming and an alligator on the opposite bank.
Rachel followed his gaze. “We’re trapped.”
“No. We don’t have to stay here.”
Jake turned her toward him, wrapping his arms around her as he pulled her close.
“Think only of me,” he murmured as he brought his mouth down on hers.
He tried to ignore the sound of voices coming toward them and closed his eyes, focusing intently on the woman in his arms. The feel of her body pressed to the length of his. The urgency of her kiss. The sensation of his hands traveling up and down her body, molding her hips to his.
The world seemed to swirl around them, and he fought a dizzying sensation. It felt like the two of them were caught in a whirlwind, being lifted off their feet and thrown through the air.
Rachel gasped and clung to him, and all he could do was wrap her more tightly in his embrace.
He tried to thrust away the idea that they were going to get caught. And then what? Would they be stuck here? Well, that was one solution to their problems. If they stayed back here in time, the cops in New Orleans wouldn’t be after them. Maybe they could even save Evelyn Morgan’s life.
As those thoughts chased themselves through his brain, he found that he and Rachel weren’t standing anymore. They were lying on a bed.
He opened his eyes and looked around, trying to remember where he was–and when.
The scene solidified, and he knew they were back in the motel room.
He couldn’t be sure of the exact time, but he did know that Rachel was in his arms, naked to the waist, her breasts pressed to his chest. Arousal, hot and urgent, sealed them together.
“What happened?”
