Mistress of Magic by Heather Graham

Author:Heather Graham [Graham, Heather]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781497674028
Google: pRphBAAAQBAJ
Publisher: Silhouette Books
Published: 1991-12-31T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 9

The park, thankfully, was empty. Darkness was falling. Far away, down the main thoroughfare, Reggie could see that one of the sweepers, a tall man in cleaning crew whites, was sweeping. There were other cleanup people around, somewhere. And there were security guards, walking their rounds.

But no one was near enough to see how upset Reggie had been.

How frightened.

It took her several minutes to begin to make sense.

She was seated on one of the little wooden dinochairs at Dierdre’s Dinomite Burgers and Dogs. Wes had sat her there when he had carried her out, and for several long minutes he had remained on his knees before her, holding her hands, telling her she was all right.

As she had calmed herself, she had drawn back her hands guiltily and looked around. She was alone, really truly alone out here, except for her brother and Wes.

And now they were staring at her as she tried to explain what had happened. Max was next to her. Wes was standing, his arms crossed over his chest, his left foot resting on the rung of one of the chairs.

The crew who sold burgers and dogs were all gone. A pleasant, spicy scent remained around the area, and Reggie was very glad of it. The scent was something that seemed to drag her back to normal. Once she got over being scared, she promised herself, she was going to be hungry.

“The robotronic talked?” Max said.

“Yes. It stood up and it talked,” Reggie said numbly. Wes had grown quiet. She felt a stiffness about him, a certain withdrawal.

It was because she had jerked her hands away, she knew. She hadn’t meant to do it. She just wasn’t sure she had the nerve to face up to a relationship right now.

“Reggie,” Max said, glancing from Wes to her. He was irritatingly patient. “Robotronics are supposed to talk,” he reminded her.

She stared at him blankly. “What?”

“Robotronics are created to talk, Reggie. They’re supposed to be very real—”

“Max!” She clenched her fingers into fists and leaped to her feet. “It wasn’t a robotronic!”

“Reggie, you just told me that there had been a blond robotronic on the love seat—”

“You weren’t listening to me!” She stared from her brother to Wes. He stared back, lifting his hands in a vague motion.

“It is what you said,” Wes told her dryly.

“Oh, you know what I mean! It was supposed to have been a robotronic. You weren’t paying any attention to me, either of you!” Reggie said angrily.

“Oh, I was paying attention,” Wes said lightly.

“She’s just been working too many hours,” Max murmured.

“With no sleep,” Wes agreed.

She wanted to knock their heads together. Instead she touched Max on the shoulder.

“I’m here, remember?” she said accusingly. “I am not overtired, and I am not—”

“He’s the one who said that you were overtired,” Max pointed out, a finger wagging at Wes. “And just exactly why is she so tired?” he asked suddenly.

“You’ll have to ask Reggie about that,” Wes said flatly. He was staring at her. Hard.

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