"She doesn't mind
having a stranger around?"
"Funny, that's the
same thing she said about you." Megan gave her top hat one more tiny adjustment.
"We're on, sweetheart."
Alexi caught up with them, wrapped an arm around Megan's waist, and kissed her for
luck as he did every night. A kiss that packed enough heat into a two-second liplock,
Harry burst out in sweat. They stepped out onto the stage.
He gulped, locked down
his counter-spell so he wouldn't fade out at an inopportune moment, and headed for
the side entrance. Time to meet his assignment.
He stepped into the supper
club seating area and meandered around the perimeter to the booth where Bethany
waited. On stage, Alexi kept up the patter while Megan searched the audience for
the first volunteer assistant. All the women watched Alexi, all the men watched
Megan. Harry felt slightly nauseous from the rising pheromones. Didn't these Humans
have any self-control? Especially when it came to two entertainers who made it very
clear they were married to each other?
He didn't see anything
wrong with window-shopping, as it were, and appreciating what was on display. But
Harry drew the line at plotting how to break the glass and steal what was inside.
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