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feet, her calves, her thighs. The horse couldn’t keep his footing, not in this, but he did, he did as Jesse urged him on.
    “Good boy,” he said, and Sienna laughed and laughed and she knew, she knew there was a note of hysteria in her voice, but she couldn’t help it. All she could do was clutch the man who was not real despite what he’d said, press her cheek to his strong, hard, not-real-either back, and wait for the moment this would end.
     
    An eternity later, the horse slowed to a walk.
    “We’re here,” Jesse said.
    Sienna sat up straight. They’d stopped moving, but the world was a blur of heavily falling rain. Good. She wasn’t ready to see past it. Not just yet.
    “Where?”
    He threw a long leg over the stallion’s head and dismounted. His big hands closed around her waist; he lifted her from the horse to the ground and she sent up a silent, tiny prayer of hope.
    Maybe she was coming out of the coma. Maybe she’d see the comforting white walls of a hospital room.
    Or maybe not. Maybe she was still trapped in a place that didn’t exist, and when she opened her eyes, she’d see, what? A log cabin? A tepee? A corral full of piebald ponies?
    She took a deep breath. And forced herself to look. At the torrent of rain falling from a leaden sky…
    And at all the rest.
    There was no hospital room. No tepee. No log cabin. Well, not unless you called a sprawling, magnificent structure of cypress and glass, acres of glass, a cabin. There was also a corral. A huge barn. And a side yard.
    Not a dream. Not a dream. Not a dream.
    And not a coma. It couldn’t be. She didn’t know enough about cars and trucks to have populated the side yard with a bright red car so long and low she knew it had to be foreign, a black pickup truck and what she figured was a battered Jeep.
    Each vehicle bore a license plate. Each read “Montana.” And each read—each read…
    Sienna’s heart leaped into her throat. She swung toward Jesse.
    “The date,” she whispered. “What’s the date?”
    He stared at her. Maybe he hadn’t understood her. She knew her voice sounded choked. She cleared her throat, not certain she could form the words again. But she didn’t have to.
    His eyes narrowed. “What now?” he said coldly. “Is this another part of the game?”
    “No game. Just tell me, please. What’s the date?”
    “June 22, as you well know.”
    “Not June 21? The solstice…”
    “It fell on the twenty-second this year. That only happens—”
    She could almost feel the blood draining from her head. “It only happens every four hundred years. I know that.”
    “So?”
    “So…” She licked her lips. There was only one last question to ask, but she was afraid to ask it. “So the last time it happened the year was—the year was 1975.”
    Jesse put his fists on his hips. Legs apart, eyes locked to hers, he looked less savage but twice as dangerous.
    “ Was 1975? Give me a break, okay? This is 1975.”
    “Now?” Sienna said calmly. “Right now, it’s—”
    Her eyes rolled up into her head and she crumpled to the ground.

CHAPTER FOUR
    O NE second, Sienna Cummings was looking at him as if one of them was crazy.
    The next, her eyes rolled up and she fell to the ground. Or she would have, if Jesse hadn’t caught her. She was limp, her face bloodless, her lashes dark crescents against high cheekbones.
    Great, he thought, clasping her shoulders as he held her up. A trespasser who’d perfected the art of Victorian swoons.
    If she thought that was going to change anything, she was wrong.
    “Miss Cummings,” he said roughly. “Come on. Open your eyes.”
    He shook her, not altogether gently. Nothing happened, not even a flutter of those long, dark lashes. His mouth thinned. She really had fainted, right in the middle of what they’d have labeled a typhoon on the other side of the world.
    And he was stuck with her.
    The stallion nuzzled his shoulder.
    “Yeah, okay,” Jesse said grimly. He wrapped one arm around