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far less experience than the newest of the sex workers they were used to—volunteers or not.
    “You doing okay?” Lorcan cupped her shoulder, giving it a friendly squeeze.
    “I’m fine. Thanks for a terrific dinner.”
    As long as she didn’t consider terminal lust a problem, she was better than she’d been in a long, long time. Her reaction to the men was so far from her below-average sexual grade curve standard, she didn’t know what to think. She wasn’t like this. Except now, with them, she definitely was…constantly aroused. Her primal and undeniable physical response to all three men left her mind reeling and her body trembling.
    Lucky for her already shaky self-esteem, lusting after the men was only obvious inside her own head, because, as thoughtful and considerate as they were, none of them had shown signs of finding her irresistible. While not super experienced, she’d tried sex and she knew that with men, interest in a woman was fairly easy to read.
    She cuddled Nigel, trying to ignore the warm tingles still zinging through her erogenous zones from the big guy’s casual touch. Right, like that’s working so well for me.
    “Soup and crackers, nothing special.” He withdrew his warmth from her shoulder, stepped back and shrugged.
    “Best meal I’ve had in months.”
    “You’re going to be thrilled tomorrow. I’ll have a chance to cook real food. Vilmos should be able to figure out how to hook up the generator and get the water heater on line. All the comforts of home.” As he slowly raised his gaze to meet hers, his eyes were full of eagerness to please. “Would you like some canned fruit? We have peaches, pears and fruit cocktail.”
    His focus swept back down her body every bit as slowly as it had gone up.
    He’s checking me out! Right, get over yourself, girl, it’s far more likely that he’s shy and avoiding holding your gaze.
    She was too skinny to be sexy, although in her winter layers, he couldn’t tell much of anything about her shape. “No thanks. I’m stuffed, but that’s a terrific dessert menu.”
    “You deserve the best.” He turned away to study the crackling fire then added another chunk of pinewood.
    Yeah, definitely shy.
    “Where are we anyway?” She tried the same question she’d asked Vilmos.
    “A hunting cabin, it’s a little rustic, but dry and the bedroom’s easy to heat. The kitchen is decent. The pantry totally rocks. There’s a deepwater well. Don’t worry, we checked, the water tested drinkable. Plus, the place came with working LPG appliances, and a full tank of propane. My guess is someone planned to winter here.”
    She bit back a smile at his answer, so entirely different from Doc’s. “You don’t sound like your pals.”
    He bobbed his head, met her gaze and flashed his charming, crooked grin. “That’s ’cause I’m a big fan of the end-of-days era.”
    “End-of-days era?”
    “Sorry, that’s what history buffs in our time call the pre-pandemic decade.” He sighed. “Such a wonderful period. So much awesome music. Did you get to see a lot of live concerts?”
    Whoa, his wistful question made her a relic from his past. A status she definitely wasn’t ready for, but if they were from the future…she was a historical figure. The entire conversation grew weirder and weirder by the moment, either they were crazy or she’d lost it. “A few times, but the tickets were usually out of my price range. How about you, have you seen any of the performances from this period?”
    He shook his head in regret. “None of the holographic concerts survived. All we have are digital music files. Story of my life—engineered two hundred years too late.”
    Minka swallowed a gasp of surprise. She would’ve guessed him—all of them actually—a bit older than she was. They looked as if they were in their mid-thirties. Or else they were from the future, which made them what—two hundred and thirties? No, they’d still be in their thirties, right? She