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Patrick muttered and poked me in the side. I recognized it, along with the look in his eyes. Patrick was hiding something.
I adored Teddy despite this, or maybe because of it. I knew Patrick loved him, though he hardly ever said so, and because I loved Patrick I wanted him to be happy. I thought he might say something more, but instead he shook his head and let Teddy lead him away.
Merry holidays! I traded him some nice head shots for his portfolio in exchange for using him in some stock photos I needed for my graphic design business. That was all right. I knew most of his friends.
Liquor helped, of course. Booze helped that, too. Wineglass in hand, I made my way over to the buffet to load my plate with all sorts of delicacies. Squares of Indian naan bread paired with spicy hummus, cubes of cheese dipped in cranberry honey mustard, a few purple grapes still clinging to their stem. Patrick and Teddy knew how to throw a party, and even the Saturday after Thanksgiving, I still had room for food as good as they served.
I was debating about sampling the slices of rare roast beef settled next to the crusty French rolls or the waistline-conscious strawberry walnut salad when a tap on my shoulder turned me. My boyfriend. It transformed her. Carlos and I gave each other the once-over, his dark eyes traveling over my entire face before meeting my gaze.
He glanced at Nadia, whose fingers were curled into the crook of his elbow. Her skin was very white against his. I think we both knew what she wanted, but neither of us was going to give it. My features not the same. I never felt anything less than loved completely. Desiree Johnson moved to my school in Ardmore from someplace closer to inner-city Philadelphia.
She wore her hair in hundreds of tiny braids close to her scalp and clipped at the ends with plastic barrettes. She wore T-shirts with gold shiny lettering, and soft velour track pants, her sneakers startlingly white and huge for the size of her feet.
She was different, and we all stared when she came into our classroom. I obeyed, of course, atingle with delight at being chosen to befriend the new girl. My desk scraped along the floor, curling small shavings of polish off the wood as I moved it aside so Randall, the janitor, could fit in another desk and chair for Desiree. My hair, twisted into tight curls and held back with a matching headband.
My cardigan sweater. For a second-grader, Desiree already had a lot of attitude. Is there a problem? Nothing wrong with me. Mostly swirls and circles, shaded with pencil. Desiree checked out my drawings and snorted. She looked around at the others, classmates who were getting restless in anticipation of sloppy joes and afternoon recess. She looked back at me, then took my hand and laid it next to hers. Against the pale gray desktops, our fingers stood out like shadows.
Her whole tone changed. I looked around the room, at a sea of white faces. Caitlyn Caruso was adopted, too, from China, and she looked different than the other kids.
But Desiree was right. I was black. This revelation stunned me into silence for the rest of the day, until I went home and took down all our family albums to flip through page after page of photos.
I was black! How had I never noticed it before? The answer was simple—my parents had never said so, never made it a big deal. I had little choice. We never talked about the color of my skin, or what it meant, or if it should mean something. Her family moved again a few months later. Carlos and I knew it. She chattered on between us, dropping names as if I should know them, referencing hip-hop songs. Alex, instead of engaging in the back-and- forth, only shook his head and lifted his beer to his lips.
Alex Kennedy was a smoking-hot piece of yum. He stood, stoic, in the onslaught of another round of insults and accusations, until finally the other man stormed off, followed by a few clucking friends. The entire incident had taken only a few minutes and had turned only a couple of heads.
Well, and me. I was fascinated. And when I looked up from the carnage of my plate, Alex Kennedy was gone. Karaoke had begun in the living room, where so many people were dancing both the menorah in the window and the Christmas tree in the corner were shaking. Was that…? Oh, no. If he were mad or scared or upset about something, the very last thing in the world on his mind was getting laid. Nina had used sexual tension as a way to keep clients in line before, but it had always been nothing more than surface.
What happened in the garden, her reaction to him in those tense moments after the drone attack, had left her unnerved.
Something deep and dark had uncoiled inside her, triggered by his scent and the faint thunder of his heartbeat, the warm brush of his body heat.
She was always aroused after the danger had passed, all of her enhanced senses firing on high until the tech returned her to normal, but this had felt different. Undefinable, but undeniable. It rankled a bit that he seemed to be outright ignoring her as though she were no more than a piece of furniture. But what had she said about fighting without her weapons in top shape?
Difficult but not impossible? He had skills, one of which was making things happen. Not that arranging a meal in his own home was anything close to hand-to-hand combat, but he still felt accomplished at pulling it off without her finding out until he took her into the dining room.
Ewan had spent a number of hours going over old records, the ones nobody else had access to after Gray Tuesday.
The tech had never been meant to suppress emotions. What surprised her was how much it bothered her, the longer the jabbing went on, that Ewan was not making any attempts at defending her.
He lay on his back, hands folded on his chest, staring into the darkness. His knee ached and he could feel a few tingling bruises beginning on top of the ones that had just started to fade from the day in the garden. He said it about my going into the service, once or twice. It stunned her into inaction, only for a second or so, only for the time it took for her heart to beat a few times.
To take a breath or two. Then she pulled away to take his face in her hands and stare deeply into his eyes.
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With her mouth still wet from his kiss, she tried to tell him not to worry. Not to struggle. This was not the time, not the place. Definitely not the man to be kissing her. Yet something in her could not resist brushing her lips over his once more before the security team swarmed in and hauled the attacker off the floor.
It was Dima.
Nina had been right, she was no strategist, but her vivid imagination had been what started it all off, and Ewan had to admit—it was crazy.
But it was going to work. If he survived it, anyway. His memory of the kiss had joined his repeated reimaginings of the other things he kept thinking about.
Nina stepped in front of him, drawing her shockgun from the thigh holster and aiming it at the drone. He had every faith she would keep him safe, but he had to take the hit in a place where the vest would keep the bullet from causing major damage. If he were running, the hit could get him anywhere. Three hard pops hit him in the vest, knocking him a few steps backward.
The peaked roof meant she had to watch her head as she moved through the single bedroom to look out one of the windows tucked into a gable. A vista of forest and fog-shrouded mountains in the distance, a hint of water through the trees, clear blue skies. The room itself included a cozy double bed with a white iron headboard and covered with a blue and white quilt that looked handmade.
A battered wooden dresser with a mirror. Now the morning light that shone through the small attic window looked more like the glow of late afternoon. He stretched, scratching, and turned onto his side to look through the glass. He had, though, and maybe not for the better. Swinging his legs over the edge of the bed, he let his toes find the fringes of the rag rug his grandmother had inherited from her great-grandmother.
His entire body ached, though dully, nothing sharp or insistent about any of the pains. A dream came back to him. By the time she came back outside to let him in, night had started to fall.
She gave a rueful laugh. It will only take me about half an hour. Then I can come help you with dinner, if you want. She was strong in more ways than just physically, Ewan thought, again with admiration. Ewan had never worked directly with torture tech, but he knew how well it could work. They would use it on him and force him to hand over the existing enhancement tech upgrades, and he could not allow that.
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