Simone. It didn’t.
Peter put on a good spread as always, his kitchen table immaculately set, along with cabernet sauvignon to complement the shepherd’s pie. I noted that Guinness might be a better pairing, but he ignored me.
“Where are you from?” I asked Simone. “You’re here on vacation, right?”
She nodded, delicately lifting her fork. She’d cut her pie into perfect one-inch-sized cubes. It was enough to rival Peter’s obsessive compulsion. “I’m from Charleston,” she said. “I’ll probably stay for a week. Maybe two if my archdemon will let me. Seattle’s nice.”
“I’ve heard Charleston’s nice too,” said Hugh. He apparently hadn’t given up on getting laid tonight.
“It was founded in 1670,” she said by way of answer.
That weird silence followed again. “Were you there at the time?” I asked.
“No.”
We ate without further conversation. At least, we did until dessert arrived and Cody turned his attention to me. “So, are you going to help me or not?”
I’d been pondering how Simone ever managed to score guys and if her use of adjectives expanded beyond “nice.” Cody’s question blindsided me. “What?”
“With Gabrielle. Remember? Last night?” Right. Bookstore Gabrielle who was only into Goth and vampire guys.
“I didn’t promise you I would, did I?” I asked uneasily. There were too many memory gaps from that party.
“No, but if you were a friend, you would. Besides, aren’t you some kind of love expert?”
“For myself.”
“And if memory serves,” said Hugh, “she’s not even really good at that.”
I shot him a glare.
“You have to give me something,” said Cody. “I need to see her again…need something to talk to her about…”
I’d thought his infatuation with Gabrielle had been alcohol induced last night—seriously, was there anything alcohol couldn’t be blamed for?—but that look of puppy dog love was still in his eyes. I’d known Cody a few years and had never seen this kind of reaction from him. I’d never seen it from Peter either, but my friends and I had secretly decided long ago that he was just asexual. If vampires had been capable of reproduction, he would have done it amoeba-style.
I racked my brain. “I saw her reading The Seattle Sinner the other day on her break.”
“What’s that?” Cody asked.
“It’s our local industrial-Goth-fetish-horror-S&M-angst underground newspaper,” said Peter.
We all turned and stared at him.
“So I’ve heard,” he added hastily.
I glanced back at Cody with a shrug. “It’s a start. We’ve got it in the store.”
“Are you guys done with the boring love stuff?” a voice suddenly asked. “It’s time to get onto the real action.”
The new voice made me jump, and then I felt the familiar crystalline aura signaling an angel’s presence. Carter materialized in the one empty chair at the table—Peter had set for six, hoping Jerome would show. Seattle’s worst dressed angel sat back in the chair, arms crossed over his chest and expression typically sardonic. His jeans and flannel shirt looked like they’d gone through a wood chipper, but the cashmere knit hat resting on his shoulder-length blond hair was pristine. It had been a gift from me, and I couldn’t help a smile. Carter’s gray eyes glinted with amusement when he noticed me.
Hanging out with an angel might be weird in some hellish circles, but it had become pretty standard in our group. We were used to Carter’s comings and goings, as well as his cryptic—and often infuriating—remarks. He was the closest Jerome had to a best friend and always had a particular interest in me and my love life. He’d let up a little since the recent debacle with Seth.
Carter might be commonplace to us—but not to Simone. Her blue eyes went wide when he appeared, her face completely transforming. She leaned over the table, and unless I was mistaken, her neckline had gotten a little lower since my arrival. She shook Carter’s hand.
“I don’t think we’ve met,” she said. “I’m Simone.”
“Carter,” he replied, eyes still amused.
“Simone’s visiting from Charleston,” I said. “It was founded in 1670.”
Carter’s smile twitched a little. “So I’ve heard.”
“You should visit,” she said. “I’d love to show you around. It’s very nice.”
I exchanged astonished looks with Peter, Cody, and Hugh. Simone’s bland demeanor hadn’t lit up exactly, but she’d suddenly become 2 percent more interesting. She wasn’t infatuated with Carter the way Cody was with Gabrielle. She was just trying to bag an angel. Good luck with that, I thought. That was ballsy for any succubus. Certainly angels fell because of love and sex—Jerome was living proof—and I’d even witnessed it once. But Carter? If ever there was a staunchly resistant being, it was him. Except when it came to chain-smoking and hard liquor, of course. Yes, things with Simone had definitely gotten more interesting.
“Sure,” said Carter. “I bet you could show me all sorts of places off the beaten path.”
“Absolutely,” she replied. “You know, there’s an inn there that George Washington had dinner at once.”
I rolled my eyes. I doubted there was any part of Charleston she could show Carter that he didn’t know about. Carter had been around to watch cities like Babylon and Troy rise and fall. For all I knew, he’d personally helped take down Sodom and Gomorrah.
“So what kind of action did you have in mind?” I asked Carter. As entertaining as Simone’s pathetic flirtation might be, I wasn’t sure I was up to American History 101 tonight. “I am not playing ‘Have You Ever’ again.”
“Better,” he said. Out of nowhere, Carter produced Pictionary. And when I say out of nowhere, I meant it.
“No,” said Hugh. “I spent years perfecting my illegible doctor’s signature. I’ve totally lost any artistic aptitude whatsoever.”
“I love Pictionary,” said Simone.
“I think I have some things to do,” I added. I felt a shove on my shoulder and glanced around in surprise, seeing nothing. Then, I knew. Roman apparently still wanted me to entertain him. I sighed. “But I can stay for a little while.”
“Great. That settles it,” said Carter. He turned to Peter. “You got an easel?”
Of course Peter did. Why, I had no clue, but after he’d bought a Roomba and a Betamax player, I’d learned not to ask questions. We split into teams: me, Cody, and Hugh against the others.
I went first. The card I drew was “Watergate.”
