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.Naw, it wouldn’t be worth the effort without a massively long cord.The threat of electrical shock would get him to spring out of that water, and wouldn’t that be fun to watch?Hmmm… there must be something I can do to get his attention.Chad eyed two rolled-up towels on a shelf near the tank.Ah, those must be what he uses to dry off.I know! Wouldn’t it be fun if dry towels weren’t so handy and he had to drip across the floor all the way to the bathroom?Chad concentrated on the towels until they floated off the shelf and hovered in midair.When he was ready, he mentally directed them over the tank and dumped them into the water.The disturbed surface tension alerted Jules, and he opened his eyes.“Hey!”Grabbing the waterlogged towels, he glanced around the room in confusion.Heh, heh.That was fun.“Very funny, Chad,” the super said.Huh? He knows about me?Chad cleared his throat and yelled, “Hey, Jules.I’m over here.”Jules ignored him and climbed onto the edge of his tank.He wrung out the wet towels and waited until his tail turned into legs.I’ll try telepathy one more time.“Hellooo… Your momma’s a guppy.”Jules pattered across the floor, leaving a wet trail behind him.With no real satisfaction in the effort, Chad let out a deep sigh.Okay, cross another resident off my list of intelligent conversationalists.* * * *Sly had made love to Morgaine twice.They lay side by side, holding hands, basking in the afterglow.The way he whispered endearments to her while he was fucking affirmed the loving nature she knew he had.Making love.Yes, those were the right words—not fucking.He loved her.He must.She’d made him nuts by taking a risk to her own safety.He had said she was like Alice in that way.His dear departed wife had driven him out of his mind by attending rallies and protest marches despite his worry that violence might break out.He hadn’t said the words to her yet, but she was sure he’d find the right moment.“I don’t want you putting yourself in that kind of danger again, Morgaine.”“Oh, come on, Sly.Don’t kill the mood.I did good, right?”“Yes, you did.”After she had resealed the doors against vampires and invited him in again, Mikhail had been so impressed, he’d offered her two cases of wine.His cases were actual briefcases lined with plastic foam in the shape of his bottles.Each one carried only three precious bottles.They now sat at the foot of the bed.“And I ‘saw’ how we can make more so you’ll always have your cure.That vision probably wouldn’t have happened if I hadn’t been in the warehouse.”“I know, sweetheart, but Jesus, you almost gave me a heart attack!”“Like that would have killed you?”He chuckled.“You’re right.It wouldn’t have.Otherwise I’d be dead.”She rolled up onto one elbow and stared down at him.“Well, I’m glad you’re not.And by the way, why do you call on Jesus? I didn’t think vampires could be Christians anymore.”He shrugged.“Why not? I was raised Catholic and was never excommunicated.It’s not like I chose to become a vampire.I don’t think there’s a manual that says vampires have to surrender their rosary beads.Is there?”She chuckled.“Forget I asked.”Just as she was scooting down the bed, getting ready for a third round, the phone rang.Damn.She groped for the receiver on the nightstand.On the fourth ring, she answered it.“Hello?”“Well, howdy, y’all.Did I interrupt anythin’?”“Hi, Gwyneth.Uh, no.As always, your timing is impeccable.What’s up?”“Y’all are never gonna believe this.Guess who I made out with last night? Go ahead, guess.You’ll never—”“Nathan?”She heard Gwyneth’s gasp.“Well, fiddlesticks! Y’all probably got a psychic news flash.Sometimes that ability spoils all the fun.”“No, it had nothing to do with the sight.I figured he’d make his move eventually.He’s been in love with you since the first time you met.”“That’s what he said! But how did y’all know that?”“By the way he tries not to look at you but can’t help himself.And he becomes totally awkward around you—more than usual.It doesn’t take a psychic to figure it out.”Sly cleared his throat.“What doesn’t it take a psycho to figure out?”His eyes twinkled, and she knew he was just trying to get a rise out of her.With her hand half over the receiver, she answered, “Psych-ic, sweetheart.”“Oh, so y’all are callin’ each other pet names now?” Gwyneth giggled.“I reckon things are goin’ well with Sly.”Morgaine glanced over her shoulder at him.He smiled and winked.Damn that acute hearing of his.He’s getting every word of this.“Yeah, well, I’m more interested in talking about your new development.”“I think we’re good together, Morgaine.I make him laugh.I never seen that boy laugh before
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