had been the low profile. The more we ''cooperated'' with other governmental agencies, the
more likely it was that we'd get attention, and any attention was bad.
I remembered the reporters, and shivered. They had a job to do, and although they'd grant me
some sick time, they'd be back.
''Let's change the subject,'' David said. ''The wedding. Where do you want to have it? At the
chapel?''
There was only one chapel for us-Imara's home, the Chapel of the Holy Cross. I nodded
slowly. ''But we'd have to have it in secret,'' I said. ''After hours. They don't do official
weddings there.''
''I could work it out,'' he said. I was sure that was true, actually. ''It won't hold too many.''
''Small ceremony,'' I said. ''Big reception. It works.''
He nodded, staring straight ahead into the rolling surf, the eternal sky. ''Are you all right?''
''Me? Sure.'' I dredged up a laugh. ''Why wouldn't I be? Just because some crazy is sending me
antimatter through the mail . . .''
''We changed the subject,'' he reminded me gently. ''If you're worried about the wedding, you
can still change your mind.''
I draped an elbow over my seat and curled around to face him, resting my chin on my forearm.
''I really don't think I can,'' I said. ''And I really don't think I want to.'' I felt a cold breath of . .
. something. ''Unless . . . you're having doubts about us-''
''No,'' David said immediately. ''I'm just concerned for you. You seem . . . unreasonably upset.
I just can't understand how you can be so convinced and upset about something that has no
evidence.''
Well, that was rich. He thought I was crazy. ''David,'' I said, ''we're not going to convince each
other on this stuff. Are we?''
He shook his head ruefully.
''Then let's stop trying.'' I reached out. He took my hand, and some of the fluttering in my
stomach quieted. ''So if we can have only twenty people at the ceremony, who are we picking?''
He smiled. ''You go first.''
''All right. One name at a time.'' I took a deep breath. ''Cherise.'' Safe. He nodded.
''Lewis,'' he said, which surprised me, but I supposed it shouldn't have. He and Lewis had
known each other long before I ever set eyes on David.
''Um-Paul.''
''Rahel.'' He gave me a quick, apologetic smile. ''I can hardly leave her out of the invitation.
She'd only show up if we didn't invite her.''
She would, just to be a pain in the ass. Djinn. What can you do? ''Fine,'' I said. ''How many is
that?''
''Counting us? Six.'' He studied me for a second, eyes going gentle again. ''Seven with a
minister. Do you want to invite your sister?''
''Oh hell no,'' I said. ''Psycho sister Sarah is not welcome. She's caused me plenty of trouble
without this. I'll go with . . . Venna.''
David's eyebrows twitched, either in surprise or amusement, or maybe some of both. Venna was
a Djinn, but she was on Ashan's side of the fence; she'd done both of us favors, but as with most
Djinn, I couldn't peg her as good or bad, really. Still, she was always . . . interesting. ''She might
attend,'' he said. ''It might interest her. But she wouldn't come alone.''
''You are not inviting Ashan.''
That got an actual laugh. ''It would be politically wise.''
''And personally stupid because if I see him again, I swear I'll rip off whatever passes for his-
''
He kissed me. It was meant to be a shut-me-up kiss, quick and sweet, but it turned warmer,
richer, and I melted against him like chocolate on a hot plate. ''I'm asking Ashan,'' he said when
he let me up for breath. ''And you're going to play nice if he shows up. Which he won't. But it
will be wise to ask him.''
I made a noise that brides-to-be probably shouldn't make, according to Miss Manners. He kissed
me again.
We had so much to talk about-flowers, cakes, catering, dresses, tuxedos. . . . We didn't talk
about any of it. Instead, David pressed his lips to the pulse at my neck and murmured, ''I'm
bored with planning the wedding. Let's plan the honeymoon. Better yet, let's rehearse.''
I'd been recovering for weeks, and my libido had taken a serious beating along with my body,
but when he said that, I felt a fast, hot flush of desire. Aside from some gentle play, he'd been
careful with me, knowing I was fragile.
Now he sent waves of energy flowing into me, curing the lingering aches and exhaustion, and I
caught my breath in true, deep pleasure.
''Right here?'' I asked. ''In the car?''
''I think I said before, the seats do recline.'' Being a Djinn, he didn't even have to crook a finger
to make it happen. My seat slipped back, nearly level, and I made a sound low in my throat as his
warm hands moved over me, sliding the strap of my top down my arm, folding back fabric. . . .
''Wait,'' I said, and sat up again. ''There's a motel half a mile back.''
He looked surprised, and a little disappointed. I kissed him again.
''I'm not saying no,'' I promised. ''I'm saying . . . I want lots of time, and a bed. If it's a
rehearsal, let's make it a full undress rehearsal.''
''Oh,'' David murmured. ''That's all right, then.''
Chapter Five
The rain hit while we were lying twined together, sweaty and completely satisfied, on the motel
bed. It was a nice motel, nothing sleazy, and the rooms were actually quite lovely. Big ocean
views. We'd drawn the curtains, though, for privacy. No matter how much fun it is, some things
really aren't meant to be shared with strangers on the beach.
I listened to the patter of drops on glass and rested my head against his bare chest. He had a
heartbeat, and his lungs worked just like any man's. In fact, he was all the way human in every
way that I could sense, including his postcoital drowsiness. His fingers combed lazily through
my hair, leaving it smooth and shining, the way it had been when he'd first seen me.
''How'd we do?'' I asked, and his hand left my hair to softly stroke my arm, skim my side, wrap
possessively around me.
''I think we need more practice,'' he said. ''I don't think I quite had that last part right.''
''The Russian judge gave it a nine point five,'' I said. ''And you nailed the dismount.''
I loved it when he laughed. Djinn didn't laugh enough, and they had little enough to laugh about,
in general. His happiness was contagious, like fever, and I basked in its warmth. We kissed, long
and slow, and I heard the low vibration in the back of his throat. Still hungry. Still wanting.
I knew how he felt. The passion between us wasn't fading; if anything, it was strengthening as
time went on, as we learned each other and found new ways to please. I loved surprising him,
loved the mixture of shock and wicked delight in his eyes.
When my cell phone rang, I flailed for it and switched off the ringer, but I couldn't resist taking a
quick glance at the lit-up display. Lewis, of course. And I had to answer. Otherwise, he'd do
something stupid, such as send the cavalry to bust down the door and catch me doing something
morally questionable.
David groaned, deep in his throat, and buried his face against my neck. ''You have to get it,'' he
said. ''Right?''
''Afraid so,'' I said. ''Put the porno movie on pause for a second.'' I caught my breath, tried to
pretend I was fully clothed and businesslike, and answered the phone. ''Lewis?''
''Took you long enough,'' he said. He sounded tense, which wasn't good. Lewis was one of the
most relaxed people I'd ever known, in general. ''Okay, we've got the package in containment.