Are you a spy, Gina? Dominick murmured, his lips against hers." I'm not! she protested. You were eavesdropping. He kissed her again, slowly and thoroughly, until her knees went weak. For what purpose? I'm worried about you. Don't get involved in that crazy scheme to overthrow Charlemagne. In any time, in any place, they kill traitors. So you're worried about me, are you? His thumbs flicked across her nipples. Gina cried out, a wild, aching sob that Dominick silenced with another kiss. His arms encircled her. His large palms caught her hips and pulled her hard against him, letting her feel his desire. Gina almost forgot about eighth-century political plots. Still, she wanted to plead with Dominick to stay out of harm's way. But she knew he'd never agree. Charles was his king, and Dominick was going to step right into the middle of the intrigue. And unless Gina could discover a way back to the twentieth century - fast - he was going to take her along with him . . .