Kit found it suddenly difficult to control his breathing properly. Good God, she’s easy on the eyes. Hard on the pulse, though …. A man could get himself into serious trouble with that girl, just by smiling at her. She charged into the Neo Edo like a runaway bullet train and cornered poor Jimmy behind the desk. His eyes had bugged. Kit couldn’t quite hear what was being said over the tourist babble, but he could see her impatient frown and Jimmy’s shrug and uplifted hands. He could also read Jimmys lips: “Try the Time Tripper.”
Good. Wild-goose-chase time. She shot out of the Neo Edo’s lobby at full tilt. Who in God’s name was this kid? He’d expected …Well, Kit wasn’t sure who, or what, he’d actually expected. But it wasn’t a redheaded speed demon with an Irish wildcat manner and motives as inscrutable as a mandarin’s. Malcolm, drat the man, hadn’t given him even a hint. Of course, with Sven offering to buy drinks in exchange for information, maybe no one else really knew, either.
Kit followed her thoughtfully He was certain he’d never run across her down time. Her, he’d have remembered. Vividly. He was equally certain he’d never met her up time, either. Hell, he hadn’t been up time in years, probably not since that sexy little kitten had been wrapped in diapers. If that girl was past eighteen, it wasn’t by more than a few days.
So who was she and why was she looking for him?
Probably a journalist, he thought gloomily, trying to make a name for herself. She had that supercharged “I’m going to get this story if it kills you” look of someone out for a first Pulitzer.