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not
that kind of guy.´ `People do that all
the time, too have children they didn’t plan on.Śhe had him there, and he
knew it. `If you don’t care about your own future, then at least help me out. If we fail, I’ll suffer the same
fate. No love forever. And I’m immortal.´
His blue eyes narrowed on her, and Callie responded by batting her lashes. She’d
have waggled her wings, too, but she wasn’t allowed to show them, and she
couldn’t afford to break any more of Freya’s rules. `Let me think about it. Why
don’t you go home for now, and we’ll meet again«tomorrow. We’ll talk more about
it then.´ `We really shouldn’t waste any time. The Oak Moon is only sixty-three
days away.´ `Tomorrow is a better day to start. Why don’t you pop out and pop
back in around noonish? I’ll order us a pizza.´ There was a challenge in his
voice. He probably wanted to see her tricks again just to be sure he wasn’t nuts.
Callie grabbed her gloves and her coat and obliged with a small wave. `Okay,
Nick. Goodbye for now.´ Nick swept his gaze around the room as thoroughly as
possible without moving any other muscles. She’d done it again. Her magic trick
wigged him out a little more this time than it had before, though he wasn’t
sure why. He’d seen a couple of shows in Vegas where illusionists made things
disappear like that women, motorcycles, Bengal tigers. From a hundred feet away
in a dark, crowded auditorium, he’d found it endlessly entertaining. Up close
and personal in his very own kitchen, it made him twitchy. After several
complete sweeps of the minute hand over the clock above the sink, he deemed it
safe to move. A complete recon of the entire apartment, closets and all he even
peeked behind the shower curtain turned up nothing. All the windows were
locked, the front door, too. How she’d gotten in didn’t concern him half as
much as how she’d gotten out. Or if she had. Nothing stood between Nick and the
phone now, but he couldn’t bring himself to make the call. What would he tell
the police anyway? She’d gone peacefully and without damaging anything, and she’d
left no evidence of her existence except the lingering scent of roses. Nick
didn’t remember going to bed. He barely remembered inspecting his truck by
flashlight and finding his cell phone on the floor under the passenger seat,
then running his hands along the paint job as he looked for the scratches and
dents that couldn’t have disappeared without a trace. He vaguely recalled his
third beer and the four times he’d picked up the phone to report his wingless,
green-eyed faerie to the police. Now, it all seemed like a dream that could be
easily forgotten. During those first few minutes of partial amnesia after he’d
pried his leaden eyelids open, he thought again about leaving town. He’d been
in Bayerville for eight months. That was longer than he’d stayed anywhere since
he’d left home about twenty minutes after he turned eighteen. Twelve years of
roaming the country, seeing the world, had taken him as far south as Acapulco
and as far north as Nova Scotia. There were dozens of places he’d promised to
return to and hundreds he’d vowed to stay away from. Bayerville, Pennsylvania
was a pretty little place that presented itself at a time when he needed a
break. He’d found a furnished apartment with a month-to-month lease and started
taking carpentry jobs to pay the rent. He’d gotten comfortable.
                He’d begun to think `comfortable´
might be a good place to be for a while, and that made him nervous. Settling
down meant it wouldn’t be so easy to pack up and leave when things got sticky and
they always got sticky eventually. When the wanderlust hit him, he might be
torn up about leaving certain things, or certain people, behind, and that was
something he definitely didn’t want. That thought chased away the pleasant blur
of sleep, and the events of the previous night settled in his conscious mind
like a