Gale Force - Weather Warden 7 by Rachel Caine

Author:Rachel Caine
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Fantasy - Contemporary
ISBN: 9780451462237
Publisher: Roc
Published: 2008-08-05T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

I rested for a couple of days. My appetite returned with a vengeance on the second day out from the attack, and David was at first amused, then a little appalled at my lust for calories. ‘‘Are you sure that’s wise?’’ he asked when I opened up the fourth bag of barbecue chips. ‘‘There’s such a thing as overdoing it. . . .’’

I knew there was, but the food and the sleep were recharging my body, and I wanted to hasten the process. Impatient, that was me. And scared. I knew the Sentinels now, in aetheric form if not in actual physical shape. I knew how much power they were packing, and it was terrifying indeed. I wanted my body back and balanced, fast.

I knew that bags of chips weren’t the way to go, but they tasted so good.

David distracted me from the chips by proposing an outing: shopping. ‘‘You,’’ I said, gazing at him approvingly, ‘‘are getting to know me way too well.’’

He raised his eyebrows. ‘‘I plan to research you in the biblical sense later.’’

‘‘Mmmmm, maybe shopping can wait.’’ Those words were a sign of just how much that invitation really meant. I hardly ever delayed shopping.

‘‘No. I want us out and visible,’’ he said. ‘‘If the Sentinels are watching, I want them to see that you’re alive, well, and strong. I don’t think they’ll try that again. You surprised them, and you scared them.’’

‘‘I did?’’

‘‘If you hadn’t,’’ David said, ‘‘they’d have come back for you already.’’

Dressing took on a whole girding-for-battle significance now that I knew my enemies were going to be watching me. I bathed, scrubbed, exfoliated, shampooed, shaved, tweezed, moisturized. I spent half an hour on my hair, and another half an hour on makeup. Choosing the right sundress required another long stretch of time. When I finally appeared in the doorway, David was stretched out on the couch, feet crossed at the ankles, reading a battered paperback, which he dropped on his chest at the sight of me.

‘‘Yeah?’’ I twirled for him, just fast enough that the floating hem of the light floral sundress showed my thighs. ‘‘Healthy enough?’’

He pressed his lips together and struggled to sit up. ‘‘That’s one word for it.’’

‘‘What’s another?’’

‘‘Seductive.’’ That note in his voice made me shiver, but I put my shoulders back and shook my finger at him anyway.

‘‘You said we needed to get out. So out we get, Mister.’’

He sighed, stood up, and slipped into his coat.

‘‘David?’’ I hated to say it, because this was a kind of dividing line, and I wasn’t even sure why. ‘‘The coat. If you want to be taken for human, only flashers wear coats in Fort Lauderdale in the summer.’’

He seemed honestly surprised. ‘‘But—ah. Yes. Right.’’ He took it off and put it back on the chair, petting its olive-drab surface as he did, like a favorite pet he was sorry to leave behind. ‘‘Everything else okay?’’

I gave him the walkaround. ‘‘Not bad,’’ I said, ‘‘but we can do better.’’

‘‘Oh no,’’ he said.

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