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pursed his lips.
She raised her eyebrows. As if a new partner could catch on to his complex choreography moves as fast as she could.
Riley rushed out, “All right, sorry. I just…come on, Kat. What’s up with you? You’re never this forgetful.”
She faced her reflection in the wall mirror, unsure how to answer. Tracing her neck where Matt’s mouth had touched twenty-four hours ago, her mind once again replayed last night’s cloakroom encounter. She may never see Matt again. Or, perhaps not for another ten years. How many opportunities would she really have with a man like that?
You are in trouble , she thought. He’s trouble. For you. He turned her brain to mush and her body into someone she didn’t recognize. But this morning she concluded she needed to see him again. He had unusual abilities and might be able to help her understand hers, especially the world-shifting problem. She just had to be careful not to end up naked and used.
She jumped when Riley whispered in her ear, “Earth to Kat. Where are you?”
Her gaze met his in the mirror. “This isn’t going to work tonight. I’m sorry. I know we need to practice.”
He sighed, and then ordered, “Stay there.” He walked to the sound system and scrolled through his iPod. The chords of her favorite salsa surrounded them.
She smiled as he returned.
“Lose the clogs. You’ll be less likely to trip barefoot.”
She kicked off the shoes. He twirled her into the familiar steps of a salsa. She focused on the moves. As always, she was careful to avoid Riley’s thoughts. His chaotic brain usually played images of men in leather outfits with holes and straps in areas that left things hanging out.
“Relax,” he suggested. “What’s going on? You okay?” He stumbled for an instant, his face shifting to super inquisitive.
Oh, no.
He slowed their pace. “It happened to you again, didn’t it? The time-travel thing?”
No use denying it. “The astrologist I saw a couple years ago thought they’re detailed, albeit extremely realistic, dream scenarios or past-life experiences. That means I don’t actually travel anywhere. I certainly don’t change times.” You’re such a liar, she thought. It was real. She’d been wearing Matt’s dog tags for years.
Riley twirled her into a series of spins and then back to facing him. “Where’d you go this time?”
She spun away from him into a solo hip gyration exhibition.
He caught her back to him. “Come on. What happened?”
She threw him a stubborn look and danced in silence for a while.
Riley shrugged. “Fine. Don’t tell me what happened. But, I want you to come to my meeting this week. We’ve got a special speaker coming. She talked to us last year, and I think she might be able to help with your disappearing problem.” The song ended.
“Is this one of your Wiccan things?”
“Shhh.” His gaze darted to the few people trickling in for the group class starting soon. He whispered, “I keep telling you that you’ll fit in better with them than me, what with your little…problem.” He stopped and jiggled her arms. “God, you’re so tense.” He leered at her. “You need to get laid.”
Kat rolled her eyes. Leave it to Riley to think sex fixed everything. “Is this you offering to be my booty call?”
He briefly granted her a body scan and shook his head. “Nope. But if I was going to swing your way, you’d be my first choice.” He laid his hand on her cheek. “I know you got hurt in undergrad. We’ve got to get you past that. Not every guy’s a shit. I’ve got this friend, if you’re interested, that I could hook you up with. I can’t say he’d be in it for the long haul, but he’d be fun.” He dropped his hand and stepped away with a grin.
“Is this another one of your friends that’s interested in an experimental walk on the other side? That last guy you set me up with spent our entire date checking out the other guys in the restaurant and not me.”
“Okay, I