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she called over her shoulder as she led her boyfriend towards the exit.
I started after them, but the waitress blocked me. I stepped right to move around her, and she shadowed me. When I moved left, she stepped the same way. I was about to shove her aside, when she laughed and said, “Shall we dance?” Looking into her face, I realized that she had the same brilliantly blue eyes as the old lady from the post office, and the boy who pushed Ariel into the display of cereal boxes at the grocery store.
An angel.
I’d been so busy trying to cover my ass with ridiculous lies that I’d forgotten all about my heavenly competition. I fumed helplessly while I watched Craig and Darla leave. I turned to rage at the angel, but she was halfway through her own otherworldly doorway. Once again, I’d botched my assignment.
J.T. put his hand on my arm. “How about another dance?”
The band had switched to a slow number. “Let’s go,” I said and hustled him to the dance floor. Even though I’d failed with Craig, I needed to keep every inroad open. Right now, J.T. was the only one I had.
Although he was considerably taller than the new, pixie-sized me, J.T. crouched down in order to put his head against mine. I could tell from his breathing and heartbeat that he was deep under the spell of my demon’s allure. I hadn’t charmed my client, but I’d certainly done a number on his friend.
“Sorry about Craig,” J.T. said. “He’s a good guy, but when he drinks too much, he gets cranky.”
“You don’t say.” My wrist still hurt from where Craig had gripped it. “I didn’t mean to upset him.”
J.T. held me a little closer. “Craig doesn’t like journalists since the papers have a tendency to lie about us.”
About whom? Men who drove pickup trucks and went hunting? “Why? What do they say about you?”
He shrugged. “You know. They talk about us like we’re religious freaks and anti-government extremists, but we’re all really normal. We just believe in the second amendment and want to protect what’s ours.”
Second amendment? As I struggled to recall which one that was, J.T. continued, “The press blows a lot of this stuff way out of proportion, you know? So when something happens, they do everything they can to stir up trouble. Like with Hutaree. Or that incident last year, when that nutcase from the upper peninsula shot the police officer who had come onto his property? Yeah, a few reporters came sniffing around, trying to link him to us.”
Then, suddenly, I remembered the second amendment was the right to bear arms. And that Hutaree was the name of a religious group of separatists from Michigan who had planned to kill several police officers…
Cautiously, I said, “So you’re a member of a gun-rights group or something?”
“Or something.” He stroked my hair, and I could sense him fighting an inner battle as he decided whether or not to let me in on his secret. Luckily for me, my succubus was better than truth serum because he finally relented. “We’re more of a citizens’ army. Maybe you’ve heard of us. The Great Lakes Militia?”
The Great Lakes Militia? As in the group whose former member had plotted to blow up a federal building two years before? As in the group who’d been rumored to mail envelopes of white powder, presumably anthrax, to senators and representatives whom they disagreed with? Oh, yes, I’d most certainly heard of them.
Suddenly, I felt like I’d accidentally kicked over a wasp’s nest, and all I wanted to do was run like hell.
Chapter Six
I left the bar so quickly that I nearly crashed into William on my way into Hell. His mouth was twisted in that familiar, sardonic smile I so hated. “Got you again, didn’t she?” he asked.
“Get lost,” I muttered as I edged past him. It was bad enough that he’d witnessed my first epic fail. Having him view my second – especially after the bedroom fiasco – was more than I could bear. My face felt hotter than
I started after them, but the waitress blocked me. I stepped right to move around her, and she shadowed me. When I moved left, she stepped the same way. I was about to shove her aside, when she laughed and said, “Shall we dance?” Looking into her face, I realized that she had the same brilliantly blue eyes as the old lady from the post office, and the boy who pushed Ariel into the display of cereal boxes at the grocery store.
An angel.
I’d been so busy trying to cover my ass with ridiculous lies that I’d forgotten all about my heavenly competition. I fumed helplessly while I watched Craig and Darla leave. I turned to rage at the angel, but she was halfway through her own otherworldly doorway. Once again, I’d botched my assignment.
J.T. put his hand on my arm. “How about another dance?”
The band had switched to a slow number. “Let’s go,” I said and hustled him to the dance floor. Even though I’d failed with Craig, I needed to keep every inroad open. Right now, J.T. was the only one I had.
Although he was considerably taller than the new, pixie-sized me, J.T. crouched down in order to put his head against mine. I could tell from his breathing and heartbeat that he was deep under the spell of my demon’s allure. I hadn’t charmed my client, but I’d certainly done a number on his friend.
“Sorry about Craig,” J.T. said. “He’s a good guy, but when he drinks too much, he gets cranky.”
“You don’t say.” My wrist still hurt from where Craig had gripped it. “I didn’t mean to upset him.”
J.T. held me a little closer. “Craig doesn’t like journalists since the papers have a tendency to lie about us.”
About whom? Men who drove pickup trucks and went hunting? “Why? What do they say about you?”
He shrugged. “You know. They talk about us like we’re religious freaks and anti-government extremists, but we’re all really normal. We just believe in the second amendment and want to protect what’s ours.”
Second amendment? As I struggled to recall which one that was, J.T. continued, “The press blows a lot of this stuff way out of proportion, you know? So when something happens, they do everything they can to stir up trouble. Like with Hutaree. Or that incident last year, when that nutcase from the upper peninsula shot the police officer who had come onto his property? Yeah, a few reporters came sniffing around, trying to link him to us.”
Then, suddenly, I remembered the second amendment was the right to bear arms. And that Hutaree was the name of a religious group of separatists from Michigan who had planned to kill several police officers…
Cautiously, I said, “So you’re a member of a gun-rights group or something?”
“Or something.” He stroked my hair, and I could sense him fighting an inner battle as he decided whether or not to let me in on his secret. Luckily for me, my succubus was better than truth serum because he finally relented. “We’re more of a citizens’ army. Maybe you’ve heard of us. The Great Lakes Militia?”
The Great Lakes Militia? As in the group whose former member had plotted to blow up a federal building two years before? As in the group who’d been rumored to mail envelopes of white powder, presumably anthrax, to senators and representatives whom they disagreed with? Oh, yes, I’d most certainly heard of them.
Suddenly, I felt like I’d accidentally kicked over a wasp’s nest, and all I wanted to do was run like hell.
Chapter Six
I left the bar so quickly that I nearly crashed into William on my way into Hell. His mouth was twisted in that familiar, sardonic smile I so hated. “Got you again, didn’t she?” he asked.
“Get lost,” I muttered as I edged past him. It was bad enough that he’d witnessed my first epic fail. Having him view my second – especially after the bedroom fiasco – was more than I could bear. My face felt hotter than
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