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at her hips, outlined curves meant to fill a man’s hands. Cute, pink-painted toenails peeked out from brown leather sandals.
    He glanced up only to meet Kimber’s disapproving expression. Perhaps he’d stared at her attire a little too long.
    “Do you live around here?” he asked, casually shifting to relieve the pressure in his groin.
    “Why do you want to know?” she responded, suspicion lacing the quiet words.
    “I’m new to the area, and I’m looking for a place to stay. Can you recommend an inn?”
    “Yeah, try the Flaming Flamingo. It’s right down the street.” She pointed behind him. “Oh, wow, look there.”
    He turned and searched for “there” as prompted, but didn’t see anything out of the ordinary. Was she pointing to the inn in the distance? He couldn’t quite see anything but houses.
    When he turned back to ask for clarification, she was already in the driver’s seat with the door swinging closed. She engaged the engine before he could formulate another question. Then he realized he and his straining penis had been duped.
    “Wait,” he called, reaching for the vehicle in some derisory attempt to stall her departure. “Please. May I take you to dinner?”
    With a contemptible snort, she threw a, “cold day in Hell,” out the window and pulled off. Lawson just managed to jump back before she ran over his foot.
    “Gee, thank you for your help, lady,” he quipped, waving at the retreating vehicle like an idiot. “It was a pleasure speaking to someone as ill-tempered as you.”
    She suddenly slammed on the brakes and squealed to a halt.
    Lawson allowed a smug smile to touch his lips as he lowered his hand. “Coming back, are we?”
    Unfortunately, his budding hope that she would reverse was instantly dashed when she popped her arm out the window and stuck up her middle finger. She then peeled off.
    Jack burst into laughter. “I’d bet that gesture means the same thing now that it did seventy years ago. You really wooed the pants off of her. It’s nice to know you still have a way with the ladies no matter what century you’re in.”
    Lawson thinned his lips. “How much money do we have?”
    Jack pulled the bills from his pocket and began to count. “We’ll consider it back pay and let the government worry about it.” The captain shrugged. “Far as I can tell, it’s close to two thousand. Not bad for a couple of old fogies like us,” he continued, splitting the stack of cash in two piles. “It’s a hefty sum, but I’ll bet the cost of living has gone up—way up—since we got our last paycheck.”
    “How do you know?”
    “You should have seen how much money some of these people were forking over for broken stuff.”
    Lawson took the money the captain handed him and stuffed the wad in his pocket.
    “Grey, since your target left town until later, you go to the Flaming Flamingo and get us a place to stay. Leave a note at the desk of the hotel so I know where to find you. My target is the woman they called Em, which means I’ll head to the restaurant she mentioned. We meet tonight at the hotel to share intelligence.”
    “I’m guessing we’re on foot until we purchase a new vehicle.” Lawson gazed at the MB, a longing in his gut. “It sure is a fine piece of machinery, but I don’t think we should use it anymore. This time has advanced technology. It’s possible the vehicle has equipment that will allow the authorities to find us. After all, we did steal it.”
    “No, we borrowed it for official military use,” Jack corrected. “But you’re right. We leave the Jeep and let the authorities find it. The details of our mission were known by few, and I doubt anyone who worked on the project is still alive.” He paused, concern lining his forehead. “Do you think anybody will believe us if we tell them who we were and what happened to us?”
    Lawson shook his head. “I doubt it. Remember what the mission scientists said about the many risks and dangers of changing