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joined her: Iris, the pretty little goddess of rainbows, in a flowing multicolored chiffon blouse, and Carrie—Carya—goddess of the walnut tree, in a pair of jeans that would have made Harry weep. Ari was over at the corner table talking to Silenus and—he assumed—keeping an eye on Brita. Or on Dion. If the Cretan goddess of hunting attempted to go upstairs with the god of wine at the end of the night, the minor goddess of the labyrinth would probably have something to say about it.
    Dion nodded. “He left a few minutes after you walked out. Why? Were you gonna hurt him?” He looked delighted at the prospect.
    The thought had crossed Eros’s mind. However— “No. Annie told me she wants him. I’m gonna get him for her.”
    Dion tilted his head and contemplated him. “What did you do wrong?”
    “Nothing,” Eros said. “It was before.”
    “Before you showed her paradise. You did show her paradise, right?”
    Eros shrugged. “She seemed to enjoy herself.”
    “Not exactly the rousing confidence I was hoping for,” Dion said, “but it’ll do. So you took this woman home and nailed her, and she let you, and even kept her shoes on while you did—”
    “That wasn’t deliberate.”
    “Sorry to hear it. Even so, what makes you think she still wants Harry?”
    “She said she did,” Eros said.
    “Before you fucked her. And seeing as you’re the fucking god of love, when you fuck someone, they stay fucked, right? They don’t want anyone else afterward.”
    “Will you knock it off with the fucking?”
    “When I’m dead,” Dion said, and added, “which will be never, since I’m immortal.”
    Eros growled, and Dion continued. “But I’ll stop saying it. You walked Annie home. You took her upstairs. Knowing you, you probably carried her. She was pretty drunk when she walked outta here, so she might have needed some help walking. You stayed there long enough to take advantage of her. She kept her shoes on. Very hot shoes. Not to mention, you’re the god of love. I think you can assume she’s over Harry Mitchell.”
    “Maybe I don’t want her to be over him.”
    Dion leaned his elbows on the bar. “Why not? She seemed nice. Nice ass, nice boobs, nice mouth. Very nice shoes.”
    “Are you trying to make me angry?”
    “Why would I do that?” Dion grinned. “You’re thinking too much, Ross. Just enjoy her.”
    He had. He just didn’t want to do it again. Or rather, he wanted to so much that it was probably better if he just fixed her up with Harry and was done with it. “You just said I took advantage of her.”
    Dion shook his head. “You didn’t. You’re the god of love. She would have rolled over for you even if she hadn’t been drunk. Besides, you had quite a bit of ambrosia.”
    Maybe. But the fact was that she had been drunk, and he’d known it. He’d known she wanted Harry, and he had seduced her anyway. “I’m scum.”
    “No, you’re not,” Dion said. “You’re a god. The usual rules don’t apply.”
    “They should. Just because I have an unfair advantage doesn’t mean it’s okay to go around seducing drunk mortals.”
    “Oops,” Dion said calmly, “and here I’ve always thought it did.”
    Yeah, yeah. “She’s gonna hate me tomorrow.”
    “Nah,” Dion said. “She came here looking for action. You gave it to her. She knew the score.”
    Maybe. But it didn’t make him feel any better. “What do I say to her tomorrow?”
    “Why ask me?”
    Because Dion was the one with the experience, while Eros had been a one-woman man until that one woman left him. He had no idea how the singles scene worked in this century, or in this millennium, for that matter.
    “Just help me out, Dionysus. Or I’ll say no the next time you ask me to fix you up.”
    “When have I ever asked you to fix me up?” Dion started, his voice laced with offense. “You do love. I do debauchery.”
    “Fine. But if you ever change your mind and decide you actually want love and not just dirty