Leland didn’t know he’d shown her his softer side. No one knew that Sam had died. Maybe Morin would, from his timeless shop. Only she understood how close they’d all come to a terrible, permanent loss.
Her heart throbbed, which meant Sam wouldn’t remember their encounter in Morin’s bedroom loft.
Well, damn. Back to square one. And with the gleam of retribution burning in his gaze, she guessed she was lucky all he wanted was a pound of flesh. Or to pound hers, anyway.
In anticipation, her bottom winced.
“This thing over?” Sam asked, eyeing the bottle in her hand.
Cait held it up. The goo inside was moving. Still alive. “I’m not sure where to dispose of this.”
“I’m assuming… demon?” At her nod, he asked, “Want it in the office safe?”
Sitting in the safe right beside the pail where another demon was trapped in silvery splinters of glass? She’d have to get with Morin to figure out how best to safely get rid of the remnants. She’d been too busy to get rid of the first demon.
“You two heading to O’Malley’s to celebrate?” Jason asked.
Sam rubbed his naked chest. “I need a shirt.”
A slow grin stretched Cait’s mouth. “I think I can rustle up something.”
19
Sam leveled a deadly glare on Cait, who hadn’t stopped smirking since they’d taken their seats at O’Malley’s. He rolled his shoulders one at a time, trying to stretch his new garment. The Reel PIs T-shirt fit snug across his chest.
He pretended annoyance at her amusement, but inside he couldn’t be happier. They’d both come through the dangerous crisis. Cait had vanquished yet another demon, and they were both alive to celebrate that fact, something he didn’t think he’d ever take for granted again. He’d come close, and remembered the dread certainty he’d felt the moment he’d been jerked through the hallway, tethered by a lightning bolt burning around his wrist.
He held out his hand. Not a mark on his arm. Just sunburned skin that looked like he’d spent a little too much time in a tanning bed.
Pauly slid glasses of ice-filled cola across the table. “Anything else I can bring you?” he asked, eyeing Sam’s red face. “Some aloe vera?”
Sam gave him a grumpy glare, and Pauly strode away, chuckling.
Cait sat beside her Sam, her body snuggled as close as she could manage without sitting in his lap. She’d been clingy ever since they’d left the hotel, unwilling to let him out of her sight. Not that he minded. When she’d scooted close, he’d lifted his arm to bring her in. He needed the tactile reassurance she was unharmed. He didn’t care that they had an audience.
Jason and Leland were crammed together in the opposite bench seat, Leland having been a last-minute addition to their party.
Sam had been surprised, Leland shocked, when Cait had strode over to Leland and leaned up to give his cheek a kiss and offer him the invitation to join them.
“Couldn’t have done it without your help,” she’d said, although neither he nor Leland understood the comment.
Still, he appreciated the opportunity to relax. Nice to breathe in the familiar scents of the bar.
“Really need to do something with your hair, Cait,” Jason said, waggling his eyebrows.
Her hair was poofy again, lifting a couple of inches off her scalp.
Sam grinned, relieved they’d all managed to get out of the hotel alive. He shuddered at the memory of the stinging lightning lash pulling him through a dark, crowded hole. When he’d landed sprawled on the floor along with the officer, he’d been unable to move, rigid with shock.
The unlikely sight of his ex-wife standing behind Lewis and his doppelganger demon had caused his heart to seize for just a moment. Confusion and fear cleared as he realized they hadn’t seen her and that she had a plan, although waving a wine bottle hadn’t seemed like a brilliant one at first.
Cait, hair lifting with the static crackling in the air, had seemed like a superhero, nearly fearless, until he’d heard the tension in her voice and noted the whites of her eyes were large in her face.
So Cait had at least an ounce of self-preservation. She’d been scared to death.
Maybe she was being more careful. Sam reached into her lap and curled a hand around hers, giving it a squeeze.
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Cait squeezed Sam’s hand right back, not pausing in her retelling of mostly everything that happened in her explanation of how she’d defeated the demons.
“There were two Lewises. I didn’t know that fact until the other one crawled out of the vortex. One young, one older. I don’t know if they were halves of the same demon, his past and future selves, or whether they were father and son.” Her hand waved. “Doesn’t much matter, I guess. They’re in pretty snug quarters now. I was a little afraid that part of them might still be attached to the walls, but I think once they were both trapped in the bottle, with that vortex closed behind them, I got everything.”
“No chance of them popping the cork?” Jason asked, staring at the wine bottle sitting in the center of their table.
Cait wrinkled her nose. “Not if the spell holds.” One problem at a time.
Sam tapped the bottle, and they all watched as the goo swirled inside. “What was up with the roses? The thorns and petals?”
“I don’t know.” She shrugged. “My mom used to say roses are pure. Their perfume impossible for otherkin to resist. You use roses to attract fairies to your garden.”
Jason’s jaw sagged a bit. “Fairies exist?”
“I don’t know. It’s a story I found in a book.”
Sam grunted. “Like the golden apples?”
Cait glanced at him from beneath the dark fringe of her eyelashes, a blush heating her cheeks. “The apples really work, silly.” At his lopsided grin, she narrowed her eyes. “You’re teasing me. I don’t know if I can handle a Sam with a sense of humor.”
Sam’s jaw tightened, and his body stiffened. “So, you’re telling me you faced a demon with a bottle and rose bits, and you didn’t have a clue whether the spell would work?”
He wasn’t exactly shouting, but the tension in his deep rumbling voice sent warning shivers down her spine. She shrugged nonchalantly. “Someone has to create a spell. They don’t just exist, ready to be plucked from the air. A spell has to begin somewhere.”
Jason didn’t seem to notice Sam’s growing anger. “How did you step back in time?”
She cleared her throat and looked across the table. “An offering of incense, a complicated mixture of herbs and resins, and a really bad poem. The Powers That Be heard me. They opened a portal in time.” The one ingredient she carefully omitted was her vow.
“And you depended on an incubus to hold the door open so you could get back.” Jason shook his head. “That took some balls.”
“All in a day’s work,” she said lightly as Sam’s fist crunched around hers. “It couldn’t not work.”
Leland took a sip of his cola, made a face, and set it down. “So how did you manage all that in under a minute—because I know you were just in front of me, runnin’ through the door. But when I got to the hallway, you’d disappeared. I checked 323, found it empty, then hotfooted it down the stairs after I noticed the elevator descendin’.”
Apprehension thudded in her belly. Cait dropped her glance and sat quietly while all the men’s gazes trained on her. Not for love or money would she ever tell them the nightmare she’d lived.
Sam would just have to accept there was one little secret she’d never tell.
Jason came to her rescue, holding up the bottle and scooting off his seat. “I’ll get this back to the office and lock it up tight.”
Leland gave Cait a hard glare but must have sensed she was never going to fess up the rest of the story. He scooted across the bench seat and gave her another look, one that almost seemed admiring. “You take care, Cate,” he said, his voice gruff, and then he winked.