This was Ally’s chance to glimpse the future. If it hadn’t involved Brian, she wouldn’t hesitate. Ally took a deep breath. She should see this. If it turned her off Brian, so be it. Wouldn’t that be better in the long run? She could get his help with her book and still maintain her emotional distance. She didn’t want any regrets when he returned to his time. How real would it be? Could she handle it? Give me a break, I’ll still be wearing clothes. Anyway, how long could it last? Two minutes? Ally smiled grimly. No matter what Brian did to the women of his time in two minutes, it wouldn’t affect her. Women in 2002 expected a little more. Opening the door, she stepped in before she could think of more reasons to run the other way. The quiet click of the door behind her seemed ominous. Get real. She’d been to an IMAX theater. This would feel like that. Gingerly, she lowered herself onto the bed, then frowned. She didn’t feel physical movement in the bed, but it was almost as if there were waves of energy.
