Succubus on Top (Georgina Kincaid 2)

"Thank you," I said, hugging him again. "Keep in touch. Maybe we'll get assigned together again some day."

The roguish look, long absent during our solemn conversation, flashed to his face. "Oh, the trouble we could cause. The world isn't ready for us again."

He pressed a soft, sweet kiss against my lips, and then he was gone. A minute later, I felt Carter's presence behind me.

"Parting is such sweet sorrow."

"That it is," I agreed sadly. "But that's life, mortal or immortal."

"How's your high-wire act with Seth going?"

I turned to him, almost having forgotten that reference. "Bad."

"Did you look down?"

"Worse than that. I fell off. I fell off and hit bottom."

The angel regarded me with his steady gaze. "Then you'd better get back on."

I choked on a bitter laugh. "Is that possible?"

"Sure," he said. "As long as the wire hasn't snapped, you can always climb back on."

I left him and walked a few blocks to catch a bus back to Queen Anne. While I was waiting, I blinked and did a double take as Jody walked by. I hadn't talked to her in ages. After the Dana scandal, Mitch and Tabitha Hunter had dropped off the face of the Earth.

I left the bus stop and ducked into a dark doorway? laSuperman. A moment later, I hurried to catch up with her as Tabitha.

"Jody!"

She stopped and turned around. Her brown eyes widened when she recognized me.

"Tabitha," she said uncertainly, waiting for me to get to her. "It's good to see you."

"You too. How are things?"

"Okay." We stood there awkwardly. "How are you? I mean, after everything..." Her cheeks crimsoned.

"You don't have to avoid the topic. I can deal with it," I told her gently. "It happened. Nothing to be done about it now."

She looked down at her feet, clearly troubled. "I've been wanting to tell you something. It wasn't...it wasn't just you, you know." She looked back up, embarrassed. "She sort of, you know, approached me too, and we did some things...things I didn't really want to do. But I couldn't say no either. Not to her. It was a rough time in my life..."

So. I wasn't Dana's first taste of forbidden fruit. The notion that she had forced Jody appalled me, more so than Dana throwing herself into rallies that denied her own nature. Suddenly, I didn't feel so sorry for her anymore.

"Then she got what she deserved," I declared icily.

"Maybe," said Jody, still looking upset. "It's been a disaster for their family. I feel the worst for Reese. And then there's the CPFV...they're a disaster too."

"Maybe it's for the best," I said neutrally.

She gave me a sad half-smile. "I know you don't believe in them, but they do have potential to do good. I'm actually on my way to a meeting right now. We're going to decide the fate of the group. I don't think we'll disband...but I don't know what direction we'll go in either. There are some people who think just like Dana. They're not a majority, but they're loud. Louder than people like me."

I remembered our gardening conversation. "And you still want some of the things you talked to me about? Helping those who need help now?"

"Yes. I wish I could walk right in there and speak up. If I could get enough people's attention, I think we could really go in a new direction. A better direction that might actually affect change instead of just censuring and calling people names."

"Then you should do exactly that."

"I can't. I don't have the skill to talk to people like that. I'm not that brave."

"You have the passion."

"Yeah, but is that enough if I can't get it out?"

Suddenly, I had to fight a giddy smile from taking over my face. "I've got something for you," I told her, reaching into my purse. "Here. Take this."

I handed her the last packet of ambrosia. It was dangerous, perhaps, to give it to a mortal, but one dose wouldn't hit her too badly, and she'd never be able to get more. Besides, taking the temptation away from me was probably for the best.

"What is this?"

"It's a, um, herbal supplement. Like an energy blend. Haven't you seen those?"

She frowned. "Like ginseng or kava or whatever?"

"Yeah. I mean, it won't change your life, of course, but it always sort of gives me a kick. You just mix it in a drink and go from there."

"Well, I was about to buy coffee..."

"That's perfect. And it can't hurt or anything." Smiling, I squeezed her arm. "Do it for me, so I'll feel like I've given you a good-luck charm."

"Okay. Sure. I'll take it as soon as I get the coffee." She glanced at her watch. "I've got to take off now if I want to be on time. You take care of yourself, okay?"

"I will. Thanks. Good luck tonight."

To my surprise, she gave me a quick hug and then disappeared into the crowd of pedestrians. As I rode the bus home, I found I felt better about myself than I had in days. I'd sort of wanted to save the ambrosia for next year's Emerald Lit Fest, but I supposed I wouldn't need it so long as I actually allowed myself two days instead of one. After all, a little leeway never hurt.

CHAPTER 23

The CPFV meeting didn't get nearly as much press as a hot lesbian affair did, but it still drew a reporter from the Seattle Times, as well as some other media attention.

Jody had delivered the speech of a lifetime at the meeting. She'd outlined a fully detailed vision for the CPFV, one that involved dropping the group's current attack on homosexuality. Her plan encouraged outreach to those in need, the same teen mothers and runaways she'd spoken to me about before. Since the CPFV had a national presence, she also wanted the chapters to address local needs in order to have a more meaningful impact and foster a sense of community. Her presentation had been brilliantly thought out and inspiring. The meeting had ended with cheers and applause, as well as a vote that made her the organization's new head. I suspected that, post-ambrosia, she might be a little terrified by what she'd wrought. After all the creative and interesting things she'd done in her life so far, though, I felt confident she could manage. Plus, I had a feeling she'd be happier being involved in some meaningful vocation again after her days in the doldrums as a housebound wife.

It occurred to me also that although we might be hellish superstars for our Dana-related actions, Bastien and I hadn't really helped the greater diabolical cause in the end. Really, Dana had been spreading evil and intolerance. Ousting her for Jody had actually brought more good into the world than before. I hoped Jerome never made that connection. He was pretty pleased with me at the moment.

The CPFV article was a few days old now, but I kept it on my desk at work because it made me happy during what had otherwise been an unsettling week. Seth hadn't shown at the store at all.

"Did you see that on the Internet?" Doug asked me, noticing the paper.

I gave him a blank look. "Why would I watch something like that?"

"Because it's hot. You're totally missing out."

He sat on the edge of the desk and played with a pen, flipping it in the air. Neither of us were doing the work we should have been. It was just like old times.

"How are you feeling?" I asked.

"Pretty good, I guess." He knew that I knew about the ambrosia, but he wasn't aware of my role in what had happened. All he knew was that Alec was gone. "The band's sort of plateaued now. I guess that had to happen. Not having a drummer really doesn't help either."

"Well, you'll fix that, won't you?"

"Yeah. Just a pain. Gotta have auditions." He stopped playing with the pen and sighed. "We were so close, Kincaid. A little bit farther, and we'd have made it."

"You still will. It'll just take longer. Everything you guys did - that was still you. "

"Yeah," he said, not sounding convinced.

"Besides, I'm still your groupie. That's got to count for something, right?"

His easy grin returned. "You bet it does. I think Maddie might be joining your ranks. She won't get out of my apartment."

I laughed. "Doesn't she have to go back to her job?"

"Womanspeakis run out of Berkeley. She was already telecommuting, so she's just doing more of the same. She says she wants to keep an eye on me."

"That's sweet."