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couldn’t see Reece. She could only see pretty boy. This wasn’t the way this was supposed to work. She should be able to see through the illusion and see the real Reece. She could hear him. Why couldn’t she see him?
    “Do you think I might borrow one of those layers of cloth you're sporting? I think this guy would prefer you weren’t staring at his lack of woobles. He totally has a crush on you. Wel , the sexy woman you’re occupying at the moment.”
    “He likes her? Romantically?” She gaped at him. Was it possible?
    “Oh yeah. She makes him feel al tingly inside.”
    Maybe they were here to help this couple find love. There was more to love than the physical, though the physical was exceptional with Reece. Nervous jitters fluttered through Lara’s belly. She hoped they could help this unlikely match. She’d felt good about helping Eirick and Helga become lovers during their first leap. It had felt even better to help Reg and Eleanor become man and wife in their second. Certain people were fated to be together. She believed that more and more with each leap through time. The instant Lara stopped worrying so much about the eunuch's equipment—or lack thereof—Reece materialized before her eyes. She grinned appreciatively. Much better. She'd have broken into a sweat at the sight of him, if she hadn't already been swimming in perspiration from the blazing heat.
    She unwrapped her outer shawl and handed it to him reluctantly. It was easily over a hundred degrees on the baking sand, but it seemed a shame to cover up Reece’s body, which had all the appropriate parts. Being naked suited him. And it definitely suited her. Reece wrapped the cloth around his torso twice and then up between his legs before tucking the end into the waistband he'd fashioned.
    She grinned. “Nice MC Hammer look you've got going on there.” He did an obscene gyrating dance, which drew a laugh from her. One of the things she loved most about the man was how quickly he could put her at ease and make her laugh. Even in bizarre circumstances such as these. She’d have suffered a mental breakdown by now if it weren’t for him. Of course, he had a lot more experience with leaps through time than she did.
    “Okay,” Reece said, glancing around with a sudden seriousness. “Let's assess the situation here. Your clothing would lead me to believe that you're very rich.” He took her hands and eased her to her feet. Dozens of golden bangles jingled together. “I mean, you're a walking jewelry store. Look at you. Mmm. Look at you.” He stole a kiss.
    “Which me are you looking at?”
    “The good lookin' one.”
    She gave him a reproachful look.
    He chuckled. “Don't tell me you're jealous of the foxy harem girl who hangs out with eunuchs.”
    She lowered her eyes. It was foolish, but she was jealous of the harem girl. Reece took her chin between his thumb and forefinger and urged her to look up at him.
    When their eyes locked, he said, “I'm not looking at the harem girl. I’m looking at Lara Kensington and I find her body delectable, her face beautiful, her wit delightful, and her jealousy charming, though completely unnecessary.” He kissed her lips again, very gently and then nibbled on the lower one before soothing it with his tongue.
    “You think I'd be safe from this kind of assault when in the company of a eunuch,” she said, ducking her chin to hide a grin.
    He groaned. “Low blow, sweetheart.”
    “Can eunuchs get...” She glanced down at his crotch, now hidden behind a gauzy red cloth. “Can you get...”
    “Get what?”
    “Hard?” She glanced pointedly at his crotch.
    “So you do want to have hot monkey sex in the sand. I was starting to worry that I’d lost more than my woobles.”
    She laughed. “Stop it. I’m serious. Can you?”
    “I don’t know. Why don’t you see what you can do?” She took a step closer to him. Damn, he was hot. It was hot. The sun reflecting off the sand. Hot. Yeah. That’s why she