Ty sat up, peering down into her eyes, his hair a mussed halo of blonde sexiness around his beautiful face. "Where, Austin? That's not too far from here. You could go home and take care of whatever you need to, but then come back...and stay with me."
Sure, what he was saying would make sense, if she were going home to Austin in 1856, but she wasn't, and she couldn't tell him that.
Why not? Her punch-drunk, love-drugged logical mind asked. What harm is there now? Either you die today or you leave. One way or another, you're saying goodbye to the rancher. Does his knowing you're from 2014 really going to matter?
No, it wouldn't, and she knew her excuses were lame.
"No, I can't-even if I wanted to, I can't stay here!" She sprung upright and flew from the bed, turning her back to him and the expression of surprise and disbelief on his face.