Part 35 (1/2)
He grinned then, a slow lazy grin that did something to my insides.
”Guess I'm still in shock,” he said.
”Don't tell me I'm the first damsel in distress who's ever seduced you.”
”I can say, with absolute certainty, that you are the first woman who has ever even tried tried to seduce me, on or off a case.” He reached for the bottle. ”Do you need a corkscrew for that?” to seduce me, on or off a case.” He reached for the bottle. ”Do you need a corkscrew for that?”
”Of course not. I'm a witch.”
I said a few words and the cork flew out.
”I don't suppose you know how to conjure gla.s.ses,” I said.
”Sorry.”
”The kitchen's so far away. Do we need gla.s.ses?”
”Absolutely not.”
He hooked his arm around my waist and pulled me down onto his lap. We each took a drink from the bottle.
”I'm sorry about your bike,” I said.
”My. . . ? Oh, right. As I said, it's nothing. I had insurance.”
”Still, I am sorry. I know replacing it won't be the same thing, if you restored it and all.”
”If I restored it?” I restored it?”
”I didn't mean-”
He chuckled. ”You don't need to explain. I'm well aware that I hardly seem the type to be tinkering with transmissions and carburetors. To be honest, short of that particular hobby, my mechanical skills approach nil.”
”You can hot-wire cars.”
Another chuckle. ”Yes, I suppose there's that. As for the motorcycles, one of my mother's boyfriends got me started restoring them when I was Savannah's age. At first, I must admit, I took it up in hopes it would add a certain cachet to my social life.”
”You hoped it would help you pick up chicks. Did it?”
”Hardly. I quickly outgrew that notion. Or so I thought, though I must admit that part of my motivation in choosing to take the motorcycle to the funeral home was a semiconscious desire to present myself in a more attractive light.”
”I was very impressed.”
He fell back onto the sheets and laughed, startling me. ”Oh, I could tell. You were very very impressed. About as impressed as you were when you discovered I was the son of an infamous Cabal CEO.” impressed. About as impressed as you were when you discovered I was the son of an infamous Cabal CEO.”
”The heir to an infamous Cabal CEO.”
I said it teasingly, but the humor drained from his eyes. He nodded and reached for the wine bottle.
”I'm sorry,” I said. ”New topic. So, where do you live?”
”Back to the heir question first. It's true and it's not a subject I want to avoid. I want to be honest with you, Paige. I want-” He hesitated. ”My father has very good reasons for naming me heir, reasons that have nothing to do with me and everything to do with the politics of succession and keeping my older brothers in line.”
”A purely strategic decision? I can't believe that.”
”My father harbors some delusions regarding the nature of my rebellion. He's wrong. I will never be the employee-or leader-of any Cabal. Nor am I naive enough to take the reins of leaders.h.i.+p in hopes of reforming it into a legitimate business.”
”Is it true-” I shook my head. ”Sorry, I don't mean to pry-”
”It's not prying, Paige. I'd be far more concerned if you didn't care. Ask away. Please.”
”About the bounty. Is it true? I mean, if you're in danger-”
”I'm not. Or, if I am, it's a permanent situation and nothing that impacts the present circ.u.mstances. No one in Nast's organization would dare collect such a reward. Let me say, first, that Leah has a tendency to get her facts confused. My father's wife and my three half-brothers do not all have contracts out on me. Last I heard, only Delores and my eldest brother were offering bounties. Carlos, the youngest, did at one time, but recent debts have forced him to withdraw the offer. As for William, he's never tried to hire anyone to kill me, probably because he hasn't the wits to think of it.”
”Are you serious?”
”About William? Unfortunately. He's intelligent enough, but lacks initiative.”
I b.u.mped his shoulder. ”Ha-ha. You know what I mean. The bounty. You're serious?”
”Quite, though I wouldn't suggest you mention it to my father. He's quite convinced he cleared this matter up years ago. Killing the b.a.s.t.a.r.d heir is absolutely forbidden. Any family member caught attempting it will be severely punished. He tried threatening them with death, but that didn't work, so he revised it to the worst possible fate: disinheritance.”
”You guys raise the dysfunctional family to a whole new level, don't you?”
”The Cortezes have always been overachievers.”
We pa.s.sed the bottle again.
”You asked where I lived,” he said.
”Right.”
”I believe the standard expression for my situation is 'no fixed address.' Since graduating, I haven't been in one place long enough to even sublet an apartment. My work-legal and otherwise-keeps me on the move. With my extracurricular activities, I'm obviously ill suited for a steady job at a law firm. Instead, I do piecemeal legal work for supernaturals.”
”Lawyer to the paranormal.”
”Almost as bad as 'superhero,' isn't it? It provides me enough to live on, no more and no less. More importantly, it gives me the opportunity to do what I really want.”
”Save the world?”
”Something which I'm sure you know nothing about.”
”Hey, I don't want to save the whole whole world. Just my corner of it.” world. Just my corner of it.”
He laughed and tightened his arms around me. We kissed for a few minutes, then I reluctantly pulled back.
”I want to know more,” I said. ”About you, about what you do. But I suppose we should get some sleep.”