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The Lunatic Cafe :: Гамильтон Лорел
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He grinned at me. "They're clean. Katie and I were going to exercise today but never got around to it."
"Never made it to the gym, huh," I said.
"No." Color crept up his neck. It must have been something really good, or really embarrassing to get to Zerbrowski that quickly.
"What kind of exercise were you two doing?" I asked.
"A man needs exercise," Dolph said solemnly.
Zerbrowski looked at me, eyebrows going up. "And how much of a workout is your sweetie giving you?" He turned to Dolph. "Did I tell you that Blake's got herself a boyfriend? He's sleeping over."
"Mr. Zeeman answered the phone," Dolph said.
"Isn't your phone right beside your bed, Blake?" Zerbrowski asked. He was giving me his best wide innocent brown eyes.
"Get the sweats and get me out of here," I said.
Zerbrowski laughed, and Dolph joined him.
"These are Katie's sweats so don't get anything on them. If you really want to work out, do it nude."
I flashed him a one-fingered salute.
"Oh, do that again," Zerbrowski said, "your blanket gaped."
I was just amusing the hell out of everyone.
30
I was standing in my hallway at four o'clock. I was dressed in a very pink sweatsuit. My wet clothes were held sort of gingerly in a bundle under my left arm. Even with the new pink sweats, I was cold. The paramedics had only let me go because I promised to drink hot fluids and take a hot bath. I'd run up the stairs in a pair of gym socks. I could wear Katie's sweats, but not her shoes.
I was cold, tired, and my face hurt. The headache was gone, though. Maybe it was being dunked in ice-cold water. Maybe it was the touch of a naga. I couldn't recall any stories associating them with spontaneous healing, but it had been a long time since I read up on nagas. They'd been on the final in preternatural bio class. The big clue had been the pearl and the cobra skin. I was going to have to dig up my textbook and reread the section. Though the doc on call at whatever hospital they went to was going to have to read up faster than I was. Would nagas be in their computers? By law, they'd better be. Would the naga have anyone to sue for him if they didn't? Would he rise from his deathbed and sue himself?
I stood in front of my apartment for the second time in six hours and had no key. I leaned my head against the door for just a second and felt sorry for myself. I didn't want to see Richard again tonight. We had a lot to talk about that had nothing to do with his shapeshifting. I wished I hadn't thought of children.
He grinned at me. "They're clean. Katie and I were going to exercise today but never got around to it."
"Never made it to the gym, huh," I said.
"No." Color crept up his neck. It must have been something really good, or really embarrassing to get to Zerbrowski that quickly.
"What kind of exercise were you two doing?" I asked.
"A man needs exercise," Dolph said solemnly.
Zerbrowski looked at me, eyebrows going up. "And how much of a workout is your sweetie giving you?" He turned to Dolph. "Did I tell you that Blake's got herself a boyfriend? He's sleeping over."
"Mr. Zeeman answered the phone," Dolph said.
"Isn't your phone right beside your bed, Blake?" Zerbrowski asked. He was giving me his best wide innocent brown eyes.
"Get the sweats and get me out of here," I said.
Zerbrowski laughed, and Dolph joined him.
"These are Katie's sweats so don't get anything on them. If you really want to work out, do it nude."
I flashed him a one-fingered salute.
"Oh, do that again," Zerbrowski said, "your blanket gaped."
I was just amusing the hell out of everyone.
30
I was standing in my hallway at four o'clock. I was dressed in a very pink sweatsuit. My wet clothes were held sort of gingerly in a bundle under my left arm. Even with the new pink sweats, I was cold. The paramedics had only let me go because I promised to drink hot fluids and take a hot bath. I'd run up the stairs in a pair of gym socks. I could wear Katie's sweats, but not her shoes.
I was cold, tired, and my face hurt. The headache was gone, though. Maybe it was being dunked in ice-cold water. Maybe it was the touch of a naga. I couldn't recall any stories associating them with spontaneous healing, but it had been a long time since I read up on nagas. They'd been on the final in preternatural bio class. The big clue had been the pearl and the cobra skin. I was going to have to dig up my textbook and reread the section. Though the doc on call at whatever hospital they went to was going to have to read up faster than I was. Would nagas be in their computers? By law, they'd better be. Would the naga have anyone to sue for him if they didn't? Would he rise from his deathbed and sue himself?
I stood in front of my apartment for the second time in six hours and had no key. I leaned my head against the door for just a second and felt sorry for myself. I didn't want to see Richard again tonight. We had a lot to talk about that had nothing to do with his shapeshifting. I wished I hadn't thought of children.