Urban Shaman by C.E. Murphy

Urban Shaman by C.E. Murphy

Author:C.E. Murphy
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2005-09-04T04:00:00+00:00


Gary not only brought me back to my car, but followed me home afterward. I couldn’t decide if he was overprotective by nature, or if he was one of those strays that moves in and takes over your life. I made coffee and logged on to the computer. There were three more spams, something from one of the online political organizations I belonged to, and a note from Kevin Sadler saying, It was nice to meet you. Adina would want me to help you learn anything you can. If I can even be a sounding board for you, let me know.

“He likes you,” Gary said cheerfully.

“Please. His wife was just murdered. I don’t think he’s hitting on me. And I don’t need you setting me up with every guy I come across, jeez.”

“You sure?”

“Yes, Gary, I’m sure.” I frowned at him, then at the screen and hit Reply. Thanks, Kevin. I appreciate the offer. Some bizarre stuff happened today. Want to get together for lunch and hear about it? I can probably spare an hour tomorrow.—Joanne.

“What am I?” Gary demanded. “Chopped liver?”

I grunted and sent the message, then fidgeted impatiently for several minutes, hoping for a reply. “It’s eleven at night,” Gary finally said. “He’s probably in bed.”

“Yeah, yeah.” I yawned myself, eyes tearing, which reminded me to go take my contacts out. I came back into the living room wearing my glasses and still yawning. “I hate not being able to see.”

“Least you’ve had time to get used to it,” Gary said. “I hit about fifty-five and all of a sudden my arms were too short to read.”

“Maybe you should stop writing on your arms.” I grinned at his expression. “You did okay with my magazines and the computer screen.”

“Takes a while for a headache to set in,” Gary said. “How long’ve you worn glasses?”

“Since I was nine. You want to know the horrible thing? I felt like it was a big secret, that I couldn’t see, and I figured everybody’d point and stare when I came to school with glasses. Nobody even noticed. I’d spent all that time psyching myself up for the trauma of being teased. The trauma of not being noticed was worse.”

“Kids are self-centered.”

“Humans are self-centered,” I corrected. “Don’t let kids have all the credit.”

“How’d you get to be so cynical so young?”

I snorted. “I’ll introduce you to my dad sometime.”

“That would be interesting,” Gary said so neutrally I thought I should be offended. I frowned at him for a minute while he maintained the careful neutrality. I finally looked away.

“Don’t you have to be at work in five hours?”

Gary looked at his watch. “Six and a half. I’ll be fine.”

I grinned. “What makes you think I’m worried about you? I’m worried about your passengers. You’re terrifying to ride with even when you’re awake.”

“Hey, you’re alive, aren’t you?”

“No thanks to you,” I said happily, and Gary laughed.

“I didn’t get you stabbed,” he pointed out.

“Details, details. Where’s that sword, anyway?”

“At my apartment. Couldn’t keep it in the back of the cab while I was working.



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