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“What is between you and Demetri Edwards?”
He had to ask a hard question. Asking her to deliver the President’s private phone number would’ve been an easier question. “We’re friends.”
“Cara, you are many things, but I doubt you are just a friend.”
“Why does everyone keep asking if there is more between Demetri and me?”
Jack opened his mouth, then shook his head. “You will have to ask him about that.”
“I did,” Stacy sulked.
“Really?”
“Well, sort of. When I ask him questions like how someone knows I’m talking about him, he changes the subject. Why does everyone know I’m talking about him? Why do you think there is something between myself and him?”
“And now it’s my turn to dance around the question. I would tell you if I could, but it is not my place.”
“Okay, I’m going to have to tie that man down and demand answers,” she grumbled, talking more to herself than to her companion.
“And that sounds like a very tempting method of persuasion. I know it would have me more than willing to talk.”
They were silent as they entered the elevator. It lasted until they were on the street. “What would you like for supper?”
“Is it horrible of me to admit that I’m a fast food junkie?”
Jack placed both hands on his heart. “Say it isn’t so. Well, we must correct that. There is an Italian restaurant not too far from here. They have an excellent selection.”
“Can—can you eat? I don’t mean to sound rude. I just—okay, I’ll be quiet now.”
“You are fine. We can eat. It doesn’t provide any of the nutrients we need, but we may eat. It’s more like complete comfort food. Mortals gain no nutrition from candy bars or chips, but you eat them.”
“Well, yeah. Because they taste good.”
“Exactly.” He smiled.
Stacy blushed, feeling even more ignorant than ever.
“Don’t be embarrassed.” Jack placed his arm around her waist, directing her through the crowd. “As I said before, I admire your desire to learn about our world. Not everyone takes the time to learn about us. With some mortals, it is clear they only want to do whatever they must to get away from us as quickly as possible. With others they only want to become like us without realizing all it involves.”
“That’s horrible.” She could not imagine anyone being rude to the wonderful man. He’d shown her nothing but respect.
“C’est la vie. I’m sure you have met at least one person you would rather not know in our world.”
An image of the bitch nurse popped into Stacy’s head. “Maybe just one,” she admitted. When Jack stopped, she looked around. “I thought we were going to an Italian restaurant.”
“We are. Appearances are not always what they seem.” Opening the door, he allowed her to precede him into the rundown-looking building.
* * * * * *
Over an hour later, Stacy was stuffed as they exited the building. “Thank you so much for that. I don’t think I’ve ever tasted food so delicious.”
“It was my pleasure. But now, I’m afraid I have ruined our evening.”
“What do you mean?” A drop of water fell onto her hand. Soon it was joined by others.
“I did not think to bring an umbrella.”
Stacy laughed. How could her evening be ruined by a little rain?
