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game."
    He smirked. "I thought you'd be." His smile faded and I braced myself for more bad news. His gaze turned intent. "It's good to see you again, Moody."
    I managed to hide my surprise. "I think I would have preferred a Starbucks, but this'll do for a second date."
    "I can do better than this or a Starbucks for a second date," he scoffed.
    I hid my smile. "That remains to be seen. In the meantime, I'm glad you're here, Vale, and that you're helping me."
    "Don't thank me yet. We don't know what we're going to be doing."
    "Whatever it is, I'm glad to be doing it with a friend."
    He touched my hip again, a skim of his knuckles over the fabric of my shorts. "Let's get out of here."
    He crouched on the dirt and in the next breath he had transformed into what at first glance could have been mistaken for a hairless, adolescent gorilla. With wings. And a nasty snarl. Size-wise he wasn’t impressive, but beneath his mottled gray-green skin rippled some serious muscle. Vale in his gargoyle form could probably lift a car. I only needed him to lift me.
    I held my arms out, hands dangling, feeling like an awkward scarecrow. "How should I—"
    He launched himself into the air and flew behind me. I flinched as his claws curled around my arms, but their hold was surprisingly gently. I let out a whoop as my feet left the ground and Vale flew us over the desert. I couldn't help wondering what the security guards at Area 51 thought of us.
    Actually, they'd probably seen more interesting things.
     
     
     

Chapter 4
     
     
     
     
     
    While we might have been able to fly all the way back to Vegas that way, it wasn't practical. Vale, after all, was naked. Vegas was pretty progressive, but they had a thing about full frontal nudity when it was out in the open and no one was making money off of it. Not to mention by the time he released me my arms would have been permanently stuck in their upright position, making me look like a cast member of The Walking Dead .
    "You have a plan?" I asked the gargoyle.
    As a matter of fact I do, Moody. Relax.
    Relax. I was flying through the air, carried by a gargoyle, after having been slapped around by an albino vampire and other creepy crawlies. Sure, I'd relax. As soon as I woke up from this crazy nightmare.
    Though we were following the Extraterrestrial Highway, making occasional swoops out into the desert to avoid being seen by the few cars that passed us, I could sense that the gargoyle was taking us somewhere specific, not simply following dirt roads.
    Sure enough, around 30 miles later, we came upon a handful of trailers and a white building with bold blue trim and the words Little A'Le'Inn painted on the side. The parking lot held half a dozen cars with Nevada plates. A heavy duty truck supported a small crane from which hung a UFO the size of a kiddie pool. Both truck and UFO looked like they hadn't been moved since the Roswell crash.
    "Hey, I've always wanted to visit this place," I whispered excitedly as the gargoyle carefully set me down at the edge of the parking lot.
    The Little A'Le'Inn was something of a mecca for UFO hunters who were curious about Area 51. Not too far from the café was the location of the infamous black box. The mailbox was gone after being subjected to too much vandalism, but its history as being a meeting place for UFO hunters and for delivering mail to aliens lived on. I wished Melanie were here. She would have loved this.
    I worked out the cramps in my shoulders while Vale transformed back to his human form. Seeing him tall and naked again took a moment to get used to and I shamelessly looked my fill.
    "Think you can get me some clothes from in there?" he asked, oblivious to my staring as he studied the darkened trailers. "Those are guest accommodations."
    I hastily lifted my gaze. "Guests stay in the trailers? Weird. Let's see."
    We crept around the property until we found a trailer with an open window and a screen slid partly aside. Yay for pleasant desert nights.