"Dunno about that," John said, one hand rising automatically to rub at the back of his neck at the implied compliment (if that's what it was,) "but I know my way around. Most of it's best seen in full daylight, though." She'd like the hothouse, he thought, and the little chapel upstairs that he rarely visited. "The restaurant's not bad. We could start out there in the morning, have breakfast and then see the rest..."

That's right, just keep talking and don't think too hard about any of it, he told himself, knowing that the moment he stopped to let the situation sink in, he was finished. The fact that she'd come here looking for him frankly blew him away. It wasn't like Kit. She preferred her bridges cleanly burned. The implications were staggering, and it was maybe a good thing he couldn't think altogether clearly just now, anyway. Kit's nearness was triggering reactions in his nervous system that had been dormant for a very long time, and keeping a lid on those impulses was occupying a large part of his attention.

At least he'd had plenty of experience dealing with that. Kit had always made him feel this way, like some fumbling adolescent, as much scared as powerfully attracted by her strong, uncompromising brand of femininity.

"Just...do us a favor and don't wander too far in the meantime, eh?" he added. He trusted in Adam's protection, but there were things around here that might frighten or upset her. A staunch Irish Catholic, it was possible she'd handle meeting an obviously supernatural creature as well as she did a thug with a switchblade--but they'd always deliberately avoided any opportunities to find out.