Page 49 of Viking Unchained

“Dost think it is funny?”

“You must admit it’s a far-fetched idea.”

“More like brain-tetched.” But then he homed in on something else she had said. “Are we involved?”

“Having sex a half-dozen times in twenty-four hours? Yeah, I think that qualifies as involvement.”

He could not help but grin. He was a Viking man. Virility was a trait much to be admired.

“As for the time travel, you’re pulling my leg, right?”

He frowned. “Nay, I am not pulling your leg, though I will if you want me to.”

“What? Oh, you!” She smacked him on the arm. “Pulling your leg is an expression. It means that you’re teasing.”

“I came here from the eleventh century, Lydia, and that is a fact.”

She seemed to be pondering what he had said. Then, instead of looking at him with shock, or revulsion, or disbelief, she started to stare at him in the oddest way, as if he had given her some marvelous gift. “So that’s why you talk so funny?”

“I do not talk funny.”

She smiled and patted his hand. “Dave sent you.”

All my earnest explanations, and we are back to step one. “Dave again,” he muttered, putting his face on his upraised knees with a groan.

“It’s a miracle. Thank you, God. Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

Raising his head, he looked at her adoring expression and rolled his eyes.

Still, whilst Thorfinn didn’t believe a bit of the miracle blathering, a small part of him wondered if this woman . . . and her child . . . were the reason for this journey through time. There was only one way to find out.

“We will go to Minnesota.”

Sweet captivity . . . uh,

captivation . . .

“You captivate me,” he told her later as she prepared to go to the grocery mart whilst Geek came here to tutor him. She had promised him that she would return.

“How do I captivate you?”

“I cannot get enough of you. I have always enjoyed bedsport. I am a Viking, after all. But with you, it is different. In truth, I have never had sex with a woman who shared my . . . um, enthusiasm.”

“And it’s even better when two people are in love.”

Oh, please! Bring on the skalds. “Well, I do not know about that. I just know that I have need of you in the most compelling manner. No sooner do I tup than I want you again. Mayhap you have bewitched me.”

“Or maybe it’s a miracle.”

He scoffed at that notion. “A sex miracle?”

“What? You only believe in miracles when they surround your supposed time travel?”

I wonder how soon we can have sex again. “Do your food shopping, sweetling. I will rest after Geek leaves.” He gave her a parting kiss. “There is something unusual I am thinking about trying later. Unless you will think it too . . . perverted.”

That shut her mouth, good and quick.

Now, he would have to think of something special.