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She stepped forward...and tripped over the suitcase she'd propped at her feet. Jeremy lunged
to steady her, and we all hurried forward, except Clay, who let out a small sigh before bringing up the rear.
Jaime regained her balance with mumbled apologies, her face going as red as her hair. She reached down for her suitcase and bopped heads with Jeremy, who was already picking it up. More apologies.
"Hey, Jaime," I said, walking forward. "This is a surprise."
Behind me, Clay made a small noise, as if it wasn't a surprise to him at all. Jaime's gaze swung to mine and, with a soft exhale of relief, she sidestepped Jeremy and hurried over to me.
"Elena. God, you look--"
"Huge?"
"I was going to say 'great.' So how's the baby? Kicking yet? Keeping you up at night?"
"Not yet," I said. "I--"
"What are you doing here, Jaime?" Clay asked.
I glowered at him.
"What?" he said. "If no one else is going to ask..."
"I'm sure you're all wondering the same thing," Jaime said. "I had a late show last night, and didn't get Jeremy's message until the wee hours."
"So you hopped on a plane to deliver your reply in person?" Clay asked.
Jaime only laughed. "Something like that. Actually, I'm planning a Toronto show this winter, and I've been meaning to check out potential venues. I hate relying on staff for that--they always get a place that fits all the requirements but..." A small shiver. "Well, there are things they can't check. I've done one too many shows in a spook-infested auditorium. Anyway, this seemed like a good time to visit. I can offer my services to you guys while I'm here, and save you some money on long-distance phone bills."
"Great," I said. "Maybe you can contact--"
Jeremy motioned for me to wait before he interrupted. "Let's take this conversation upstairs, where we can talk privately...and get Elena a proper breakfast."
Jeremy bent to lift Jaime's carry-on bag, but Clay and Nick stepped forward, one grabbing the suitcase, the other the carry-on.
"Jaime, you remember Antonio and Nick?" Jeremy asked.
She did. Last winter, the five of us had gone skiing in Vermont at the same time Jaime was doing an appearance at a nearby resort, and we'd spent an afternoon and evening together. As I might have expected, Nick had been keen to get to know Jaime better, but once he'd realized her interests lay elsewhere--and where they lay--he'd backed off.
We laid out a spread of bagels with cheese, blintzes and fruit in Jeremy's room as we talked things over.
"So you guys could probably use some on-scene necro help to deal with the zombies," Jaime said.
"This might be more than you bargained for," Jeremy warned her. "Did you get a notice about the cholera on the plane? That appears to be connected. And the reason I called you last night was to say that these zombies aren't as easy to kill as we thought. This might not be the sort of thing you want to get involved in."
She managed a smile. "Because I have a bad habit of needing rescue every time I do get involved?"
"There is that," Clay muttered.
Jaime waved me off before I could jump in. "Clay's right. My track record sucks. I always end up playing damsel-in-distress."
"No," Jeremy said. "You've had some bad luck, but only because your skills made you a target."
"And the bad guys love to pick on the defenseless necromancer. This time, though, I swear I won't get kidnapped or possessed."
The corners of Jeremy's mouth twitched. "All right, then. If you're sure you want to--"
"I do."
