Time and Again

body into his. "The family usually calls me J.T."
    "All right." She spoke slowly, all too aware that her brain had turned to mush. What she needed was some distance. "How about you get out of my way, J.T., and I put together some breakfast?"
    If she didn't stop nibbling on her lip, he was going to have to stop her in the most effective way he knew.
    He hadn't realized that such a small, nervous habit could be seductive. "Is that an invitation?"
    Her tongue slipped out to nurse her lip. "Sure."
    He leaned closer, enjoying the way her eyes widened, darkened, steadied. It wasn't easy to resist. He was known for his brilliance, his tenacity, his temper. But not for his control. And he wanted to kiss her, not scientifically, not experimentally. Ruthlessly.
    "Toast!" he murmured.
    She let out a quick puff of air. "Froot Loops. They're great. My favorite."
    He eased back, much more for his sake than for hers. If he was going to spend the next few weeks around her, he was going to have to work on that control. Because he had a plan.
    "I could use some breakfast."
    "Fine." Telling herself it was a change of strategy, not a retreat, she darted across the kitchen to pluck two bowls from the cupboard. With those and a colorful box in hand, she walked to the table. "We could never have these as kids. My mother was-is-a health fiend. Her idea of cold cereal is hunks of roots and tree bark."
    "Why would she choose to eat tree bark?"
    "Don't ask me." Sunny grabbed the milk from the fridge, then dumped it over the piles of colorful circles.
    "Anyway, ever since I moved out I've been on a binge of junk food. I figure since I ate healthy for the first twenty years I can poison myself for the next twenty."
    "Poison," he repeated, giving the cereal a dubious look.
    "To the health fiend, sugar's poison. Dig in," she added, offering him a spoon. "Burnt toast and cold cereal are my specialties." She smiled, charmingly. She, too, had a plan.
    Because he wouldn't have put it past her to poison him, he waited until she had begun to eat before he sampled the cereal. Soggy candy, he decided. And fairly appealing. He considered the informal meal a good start if he wanted to ingratiate himself with her enough to pump her for information. It was obvious that Cal had told no one except Libby about where-and when-he had come from. Jacob gave him full marks for that. It was better all around if the matter was kept quiet. The repercussions would be- well, he had yet to calculate them. But Sunny might not have been far off when she had said that Cal's marrying her sister could change the course of history.
    So he would play the game close, and cautious, and use the situation to his advantage. Use her to his advantage, he thought with only a twinge of guilt.
    He intended to pick her brain, about her family, her sister in particular, her impressions of Cal. And he wanted her firsthand account of life in the twentieth century. With a little luck, he might be able to convince her to guide him into the nearest city, where he could add to his data.
    It wouldn't do to lose her temper with him, Sunny thought. If she wanted to find out exactly who and what he was, she would have to employ more tact. It wasn't her strong point, but she could learn. She was as completely alone with him as it was possible to be. And, since she had no intention of packing up and leaving, she would just have to exercise some caution and some diplomacy. Particularly if he was as loony as she believed.
    It was too bad that he was crazy, she thought, smiling at him. Anyone that attractive, that blatantly sexy, deserved a solid, working brain. Maybe it was only a temporary mental breakdown.
    "So." She tapped her spoon against the side of her bowl. "What do you think of Oregon so far?"
    "It's very big-and underpopulated."
    "That's how we like it." She let the lull drag out. "Did you fly into Portland?"
    He wavered between a lie and the truth. "No, my transportation brought me a bit closer. Do you live here with Cal and your sister?"
    "No. I have a place in Portland, but I'm thinking of giving it up."
    "To what?"
    "Just giving it up." She shot him a puzzled look, then shrugged. "Actually, I'm toying with the idea of going east for a while. New York."
    "To do what?"
    "I haven't decided."
    He set his spoon aside. "You have no work?"
    Automatically her shoulders squared. "I'm in between jobs. I recently resigned from a managerial position in retail." She'd been fired from her job as assistant