buffoon was unlikely to romance anyone, and he must romance her to grant her desire and to break the bond her invocation had forged. In the back of his mind a thought whispered that there was much more to this than the completion of an invocationâthat he wanted her to take him seriously for an entirely different reason. The thought was strangely intriguing.
What was he going to do about it?
Then his eyes widened. The answer to his dilemma surrounded him.
âI will simply purchase the correct clothing,â he said.
Pamelaâs lips quirked up in a surprised smile. âJust like that?â
âOf course! Are we not surrounded by shops?â
She raised her brows and nodded. âWe are, indeed.â
He stood, and then he realized he needed to do something he had never before had to do. Until that moment the God of Light had never had to ask a womanâmortal or immortalâto wait for him. Gently, he touched the back of her hand again. âI will not be long. Will you wait?â
Pamela took her time considering. A naughty smile played at the corner of her well-shaped mouth. She ran one finger around the rim of her crystal wineglass while her eyes met his.
âI suppose I could wait. For a little while.â
He smiled, took a couple of steps, stopped, frowned and returned to the table.
âWhich shop would you suggest?â he asked in a low voice.
âWell,â she said, dropping her voice to match his. âItâs lucky for you that I am a shopping expert. I have instant recall when it comes to couture.â She squinted her eyes, considering. âI remember an Armaniâs just around the corner there.â She pointed to her right.
âThen I go to Armani.â He took her hand in his and lifted it to his lips. âÎνÏÃο, γλÏ
κιá Pamela,â he spoke the ancient language against her skin. Then he turned and strode away around the corner.
As soon as he was gone, she bolted for the ladiesâ room and quick-dialed V.
âPlease tell me that youâre calling because you just won the million dollar jackpot,â V said instead of hello.
âOh my God! I think I have, but Iâm not talking about money.â
âGet out of town! You actually sound giddy. Wait, let me sit down. If you tell me youâre speaking to a man, I may faint.â
âIâm not speaking, Iâm flirting . . .â Pamela breathed the word like a prayer, and then she dissolved into giggles that ended in a snort.
âYouâre drunk,â V said.
âI am not. Iâm tipsy.â
âOh, good God.â
âThatâs exactly what he looks like. V, you wouldnât believe it! I was wiping up the spilled wine, well, then I cut my finger. Which hurt like hell, by the way. And I even said it. Admitted it out loud. I want romance in my life. â She enunciated the words slowly and distinctly before gushing on. âAnd then there he was. Heâs dressed in some kind of Greek god costume, but thatâs because of his sister. You know, like Richard and the Star-Belly Sneetch. Anyway, weâve been talking, and as soon as he buys new clothes weâreâare you ready?âgoing for a walk .â
âUh, Pammy,â V said. âWhere are you right now?â
âIn the ladiesâ room.â
âAnd where is he?â
âBuying new clothes.â
âOkay. Listen to me. Sober up. He might be a freak,â V said.
âHeâs not a freak. Heâs a singing doctor.â
âHas lack of sex completely deteriorated your brain? Youâre talking like a crazy woman.â V wanted to reach through the phone and shake her.
âItâs not as weird as it sounds,â Pamela said, chewing at her bottom lip. âV, I like him. He makes me feel again. And . . . and I have some kind of connection with him. I know it sounds crazy, but thereâs a spark between us. Itâs
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