Part 11 (1/2)

”Do you expect me to believe that?”

Her voice was cool and controlled. ”Believe what you want.”

”Okay... his mind,” Logan answered. ”What does that mean, exactly?”

She raised one delicate shoulder. ”You have the ability to change from man to wolf and back again. He has different talents.”

Under other circ.u.mstances, Logan might have dismissed the explanation. But he'd already had evidence of Rinna's psychic powers. Also, he knew that some of the women who had married his brothers and his cousins had paranormal abilities that had nothing to do with shape-s.h.i.+fting.

”Can Haig change to wolf form, too?” he asked.

”No.”

”But you can.”

When she didn't comment, he asked, ”Are there a lot of people around here who have psychic powers?”

”Yes.” She sighed. ”I'm sorry that you got caught in a trap that was meant for me. I'm going to try and help you get home.”

”So I won't be your responsibility anymore?”

She raised her chin. ”Haig and I have enough problems without having to worry about you.”

”I'll get out of your way, then,” he said gruffly, starting back toward the front of the cave.

She grabbed his arm. ”You wouldn't last ten minutes out there.”

”Oh, thanks.”

”Get your strength back. Then we'll talk about getting you home.”

”Sure,” he answered, struggling to keep any note of sarcasm out of his voice. He returned to the pallet, not because he wanted to rest but because he had decided he might as well look like he was cooperating. But he was getting the h.e.l.l out of this cave the first chance he got. He had a good memory. He thought he could follow the landmarks he'd seen when they'd first come in here. Then he'd look for the portal she'd told him about. The question was-would it lead him back to the same time period he'd left? Or was there some trick to it?

He struggled to repress a shudder. He knew he was overreacting again. Maybe he should wait and see how things shook out. Or maybe he could persuade Rinna to come back home with him. Did she really like living in a cave with a surly b.a.s.t.a.r.d? Surely Logan could offer her something better.

Haig opened the door of the oven and took the rabbit out. He poked it with a fork, then cut off some of the meaty parts and left them to cool on a large wooden plate.

After a few minutes, Rinna picked up one of the pieces and brought it to Logan along with a cloth to wipe his hands.

”Thanks,” he said, trying to judge her mood. The meat was tender and delicious. He'd had rabbit before, of course. But never cooked.

While he ate, Rinna walked to the spot that the door occupied when it was visible. He watched her press her hand against the rock to open the door. She stepped out. And he counted the seconds before it closed again. Ten. Not much time.

Haig cleaned up and wrapped the remains of the rabbit in cloth.

”Have you lived here long?” Logan asked.

”That's none of your business.”

”Just making conversation.”