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“Surrey? Is that where you’re from?”
He nodded and paid for her pretzel. “You can get there now in seven hours on a plane!”
“Yes. I know.” She couldn’t help but stare at him. Was he for real? Seventeen twenty-four. That’s where he’d said he came from when they’d first met. Was he still going with that story? She gave him half of her pretzel. “Are you going to introduce yourself?”
“Oh, sorry.” He laughed a little at himself. The sound was most pleasant, deep and husky. Almost like a purr. “Sebastian Alexander.” He took a bite of his pretzel and moaned with pleasure. Noelle’s blood boiled.
He wasn’t wearing a justaucorps tonight, but a short leather jacket, and a green scarf, which she was sure brought out his eyes in the Christmas lights.
Did she need a pen? No. She would remember it.
“How can I find you?”
He looked down at her and smiled. She hadn’t even realized that they were moving. “You wish to find me?”
“Yes. For my story.”
“For the news?” he asked.
“Yes,” she told him honestly.
“No. I must not be found. You saw those horsemen.”
“Yes. Yes. Why are they after you? Who are they? Where did they come from? Why were you all dressed like you were a part of some re-enactment group? I checked. None of the groups knew anything about two rogue players on the streets of New York City. What—?”
He held up his hand, stopping her array of questions. “They’re knights. Real ones who carry swords and are trained to kill. From what I could gather before I left, they fight for King Arthur or Morgan. I read about them while I was—”
“Excuse me?” She laughed a little, but it really was a pity that he was ill. “Well, Sebastian, it’s been nice knowing you.”
“Oh, what?” He laughed and turned with her as she passed him. “You saw two horsemen ride in on the clouds, but you have a problem believing in King Arthur?”
He was right. She had seen them with her own two eyes. Jeremy had seen them, too. So did this guy. She could easily write this off as him being crazy, but she had seen those riders. “How did you get inside the store? The owner told the police the front door was locked. So how did you get in?”
“I stole a brooch that belonged to those guys. It brought me back—or rather forward, to here. I landed inside the store. I didn’t know about the glass window because I had not seen clear glass before.”
He sounded so believable. She wanted this story. If it was real and she could prove that the men they’d seen really had come from another time, as Sebastian claimed them to be, it would be the story of a lifetime.
And if she’d gone mad right along with him and the ridershadn’tbeen real, it was still all very fascinating. “You stole their brooch. Is that who you are? A thief?”
His smile turned playful, charming her senseless. “That story can only be told over coffee.”
“Sure.” She had to be careful with this one or she might find herself in over her head. She’d sworn herself to celibacy after the last jerk in her life cheated, but she definitely didn’t trust herself around this one. “Starbucks is on the corner,” she answered, despite knowing better. “But I know something better than coffee.”
“Ah, but better than a hot pretzel?”
She nodded, and with a smile, led him to Starbucks.
