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she offered. At least she'd made it that morning. When he complied, she made a quick tour of the room, scooped up most of her laundry, and headed for the bathroom.
    What she saw in the mirror had probably frightened Sara's Demon let alone an innocent salesman. She turned on the faucet and plunged her face into the water. “So who have you kept in touch with since school?” she sputtered once she'd caught her breath. It was a desperate attempt to find something to talk about.
    "Hardly anybody,” he answered. He named the football team's quarterback, three of the cheerleaders, and the class president. “How about you?"
    "Just Lena Bovade who teaches at my school and Sara Slocum. Remember her?"
    "Blonde, skinny, brain-and-a-half, liked bad boys but didn't put out?"
    It wasn't the kindest description but it was definitely Sara. “Yeah. She's a petroleum geologist now and we're still best friends."
    Katra hunted through the stack of bras until she found the miracle one, then pulled a thin low-cut sweater from her closet and finished the outfit off with a pair of tight-fit black slacks. Dressed like that, she wasn't afraid of anything or anybody.
    "Wow,” Derrick breathed as she emerged from the bathroom. “You're definitely all grown up now."
    Katra fought back a momentary and completely irrational disappointment. She'd chosen to dress sexy and he appreciated it. What had she expected?
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    "I'm not looking for a lover forever, just for a while,” Sara told Jack, explaining her irrational offer to herself as much as to him. “It's not like you don't find me attractive.” If she'd read that wrong, she'd take herself out back and put herself out of her misery.
    The demon reeled back as if struck by Sara's words. Despite his unpleasant earlier experiences, he brushed against the wards. Again, his touch set off a storm of blue sparks.
    "I'm a demon,” Jack protested. “You were looking for a boyfriend. Well, just ask. I'll get you one like I got Katra. That's probably why your magic brought me."
    "I asked for a boyfriend. I didn't ask for someone to grant me a wish."
    Jack sighed. “Are you always this illogical or did you damage something when you cast that spell?"
    He was still trying to make her mad, Sara could see that. Still, he had a point. What did it say about her if the spirits of the earth thought her perfect date was a demon straight out of Hell?
    "Ten minutes ago you were saying that I should look at things more rationally. Well, ration this. I was looking for my perfect mate, casting magic, calling my perfect mate. Then you showed up. We made a pentacle and it's so strong you can't escape it. If the magic didn't work, what are you doing here? If it did work, you're it."
    "I can't be your perfect mate."
    Sara had to agree with that. What the magic had to be telling her was that there was no perfect mate for her. That she would have to make do with a purely physical relationship. Still, despite a few minor irregularities, like bat-wings and horns, Jack definitely looked like he could hold up his own end on the physical side. She'd been good for too long. If she wasn't going to be happy-ever-after, at least she could work on happy-right-now.
    "You'll do."
    Jack sank to the floor. He moved with a boneless grace that made Sara's insides quiver.
    "Couldn't you just take your three wishes and let me go?” he demanded.
    She sucked in a quivering breath. Maybe she had misread him. She wasn't the world's leading expert on males, by a long shot. And demon males might be different from human males. It wasn't as if she'd force him to go to bed with her. She'd rather go without than be anyone's pity-lover. Still, Jack's look held more than a little desire. And she couldn't remember having felt this randy even when she'd been in high school and Mike Soesby had taken her to the prom.
    "Just tell me what's wrong with my reasoning,” she demanded, “if you can. I didn't ask for my soul mate to be a demon you know."
    Jack