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I looked at him. It's bothering you to see me nude.

I stared at the packet, then at him. That wasn't all that was under the seat.

He leaned back against the wall. That is the question, isn't it.

I stared at the packet, then at him. That wasn't all that was under the seat.

Good for you, but trust me about the shower.

He nodded. My apologies for that, but it's why Ringo and Uther are down in the van. Just as a precaution.

You seem nervous, Jeremy.

Jump in the shower like a good girl. He lifted a bag from the floor near his feet. I brought you clothes. The van is downstairs with Ringo and Uther in it. We'll get you to the airport.

I stared at the packet, then at him. That wasn't all that was under the seat.

I don't have my passport.

He leaned back against the wall. That is the question, isn't it.

He opened his jacket like a model on the runway showing off the smooth line of his shirt and tie. But he was flashing the gun tucked into the waistband of his pants. It was just a darker shape against the paleness of his shirt, but I knew it was a 9-mm LadySmith because it was my gun. He took an extra clip out of one pocket. The box of extra ammo is in the sack with your clothes. He laid the gun on top of the taped packet and stepped back around the bed, so that it stood between us.

Nothing yet, he said.

He leaned back against the wall. That is the question, isn't it.

He raised his left hand in the air. Let's just say that Branwyn's Tears has a long shelf life. Take the shower.

I smiled at him, and I found myself wanting to step closer to him, to close a little of that careful distance. I didn't want Jeremy in that way, but the urge to see just how much of a hold I could have on him was there like a dark thought. It wasn't like me to want to push the envelope with a friend. An enemy maybe, but not a friend. Was it a leftover urge from last night, or were the Tears still affecting me more than I realized? I didn't think about it again. I just turned and walked to the bathroom. A quick shower and we'd be on our way to the airport.

He opened his jacket like a model on the runway showing off the smooth line of his shirt and tie. But he was flashing the gun tucked into the waistband of his pants. It was just a darker shape against the paleness of his shirt, but I knew it was a 9-mm LadySmith because it was my gun. He took an extra clip out of one pocket. The box of extra ammo is in the sack with your clothes. He laid the gun on top of the taped packet and stepped back around the bed, so that it stood between us.

Jump in the shower like a good girl. He lifted a bag from the floor near his feet. I brought you clothes. The van is downstairs with Ringo and Uther in it. We'll get you to the airport.

I looked at him. It's bothering you to see me nude.

I don't feel the power of the spell anymore.

Nothing yet, he said.

Even across the room in the dark I could feel the weight of his gaze, the intensity of it. It was impolite for a fey to ask another direct questions, but, oh, he wanted to ask. You could feel the unasked questions like something touchable in the air between us.

I stared at him. What do you think is going to happen? I couldn't quite keep the suspicion out of my voice.

I smiled at him, and I found myself wanting to step closer to him, to close a little of that careful distance. I didn't want Jeremy in that way, but the urge to see just how much of a hold I could have on him was there like a dark thought. It wasn't like me to want to push the envelope with a friend. An enemy maybe, but not a friend. Was it a leftover urge from last night, or were the Tears still affecting me more than I realized? I didn't think about it again. I just turned and walked to the bathroom. A quick shower and we'd be on our way to the airport.

You seem nervous, Jeremy.

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