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Jack nodded.
“What does Adonis have to do with it?”
Jack smiled. “He’s a medical supply?” His face turned stony, grin gone. “His beauty's barely skin deep."
This was another one of Jack’s adventures, the two of us on the hunt for something. I ground out, "I feel even more uninformed than usual. And that's saying something."
"There are worse things."
I finally laughed and dropped my hand from Jack's broad chest. "Yeah, I could be that guy."
Chapter Three
The boathouse's sheet metal skin echoed with something akin to whale song, out of place on Austin's Lady Bird Lake. This stretch of the Colorado River was wide and deep, unburdened with human owners.
Jack pulled a glass vial from a thigh pocket and dumped its yellow, viscous contents on the man's blond head. An odor both musty and cloying filled the air, mixing with the water smells of algae and fish. A cold wind swept off the water and rushed over us.
"Rub it in," Jack ordered.
The man rubbed. Last time, the contents had been green, and told Spot it was okay to devour the human whose head had been anointed. Last time, Jack had sung underwater to summon Spot.
"And what does that tell Spot to do?" I asked.
"Don't eat, relocate." Jack looked down at the massive white blur of Spot circling in the black water beneath the dock. "That was a hard trick to teach. I persevered." He straightened, a proud look on his face.
A thick, pale tail broke the water and whacked a dock piling. If Spot was already here, Jack must have done a bunch of set-up prior to roping me in.
I sighed and twirled a finger in a 'hurry up' gesture. "I left a bed full of warm and willing girlfriend for this."
“Just one?” Jack raised an eyebrow and smirked at me.
I felt that the fact that I could be sucked into a conversation about date night said something about my ability to accept how odd my life had become. A naked, paralyzed stranger stood on a dock with yellow goo in his hair while my siren-succubus partner dressed me down for only having one bed partner on my night off. And I was actually distracted from said stranger by Jack’s ribbing.
I sighed and scrubbed my face. Maybe when I opened my eyes again things would make sense.
“Who was it?” Jack asked.
“Are we really having this conversation?”
“Embarrassed?”
“Why do you want to know?”
“Can’t I be curious?”
I gave in, if only to move this along. “Relatha.”
I’d managed to surprise him. “You slept with one of the gorgons?” When I didn’t say anything, he threw his head back and roared. “I knew it. You’ve got some kind of sex bingo card, don’t you?”
“I respectfully request we get back to your what-the-fuckery, please.”
Jack chuckled. He had this low, throaty laugh that made folks’ panties fall off. "Patience, Otter," Jack said.
"Grasshopper. Patience, Grasshopper."
"Nope, I know it's Otter because I was the one what gave you the nickname.”
I groaned. "I give up."
