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with him to see where a real vampire would live. For the series. Right, Sydney? That was the only reason. How they got there was going to be an issue. And when situations ripped a big hole in the fabric of reality, there were three options that immediately came to mind: Ignore it. Fight It. Embrace it.
    Ignoring anything was going to be difficult. This guy had impossible-to-look-away-from eyes, and a body worth clinging to, even as she told herself she had to hang onto him or fall into the abyss below them. That was a lie and a pretty bald one but Sydney was very good at those. Wasn’t that what she’d used to get through the “Irreconcilable Differences” petition her ex had sent her last year? Their marriage had crumbled because he was a self-serving asshole with a thing for hot blondes with hotter figures. And no integrity or honor. And Sydney was a certifiable brunette. With morals. And she wasn’t remotely frigid. Chris had just been a lousy sex-partner.
    Frigid, my ass.
    She was proving that. Every bit of connection with Mister Perfect here sizzled. Heat and tension and electricity went to amperage generation level, until she was about ready to embarrass herself and climax without even being touched intimately.
    Right, Sydney .
    Back to options. First - ignore this. Disregard the fact that she was clinging to a man who moved faster than physical probability? Hard to overlook that. And while neither proved he was a real vampire, they didn’t disprove it, either. She could try ignoring that they were flying, too, but that shouldn’t even be in the equation. Flight wasn’t possible unless he’d found a wormhole or changed the time-space continuum, or done something else that was theoretically possible. But to do that, he’d need to reach the speed of sound squared.
    No wait. That was nuclear fusion. In order to fly, he’d need to be following the theory of general relativity.
    No...
    O h...who the hell cares, Sydney?
    She couldn’t recall off the top of her head, and now was a stupid time to try. She’d helped her ex with his physics homework back when they’d met and connected, despite their differences. Chris started as her “man-panion”, graduated to boyfriend, and then limped into being a husband. He’d never altered. He’d been in full science mode, twenty-four-seven, while she liked living life not just examining it. He’d also claimed to like brunettes with glasses. And he called her the liar.
    So. Back to the physics stuff – from when she’d first met Chris. Flirted. Studied together. Occasionally she’d listened to him read about his field of study. Given it her attention. Learned some basic formulas. To what end? When she actually could’ve put some of that to use, she couldn’t remember. So, whatever the formula, it should mean that Mister Perfect couldn’t actually be flying... unless he was using the theory of special relativity. Ah ha! That was it. Special Relativity was the theory about time traveling forward. General relativity was the one about time travel back. Or, was it the other way around?
    Buggers.
    Whichever, Syd . Mister Perfect could have found a way to use a theory about time travel. And was taking her along.
    Mister Perfect? Hmm. She really needed a better name for him. He already had self-confidence and arrogance in spades. Heaven knew how big his head would get if he heard the moniker she’d assigned him. Hard to think of another one at the moment, however. He really was rather perfect. At least, physically. Gorgeous face. Cut physique. The view was spectacular. The actual connection even better. The guy had a major six-pack and solid pecs and more hard muscle just about everywhere she touched. Yep. Darn near perfect...
    Well. Ignoring him wasn’t working. That moved her to option number two.
    If she decided to fight against this, she’d probably need medical, psychological, and pharmacological help. Along with a straitjacket. None of that would be cheap. Delusions