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“You’re joining the Federal Bureau of Psi Investigation? Wow. That is so high-rez. Congratulations.”
“Thanks. I’m packed. I’ll catch the morning ferry.”
She tried to think of what to say next. Nothing brilliant came to mind.
“Do you think those three guys will try to have you arrested?” she asked.
“No.”
“How can you be sure? They might remember you from the marina.”
“Even if they do, those three aren’t going to go to the local cops. If they did they’d have to explain why they stopped you on the road.”
“Oh, right.” Her spirits lightened at that realization. “And I’d tell everyone how they attacked me. Chief Halstead knows me and he’s known Aunt Beatrix forever. He would believe me long before he took the word of a bunch of off-islanders.”
“Yes,” Slade said. “He would.”
She was surprised to hear the respect in Slade’s voice. She glanced at his profile.
“I saw the two of you talking together a lot this summer,” she ventured.
“Halstead is the one who suggested I apply to the academy. He even wrote a recommendation.”
 
 
 
 
T
hat evening Slade gave her a brief glimpse of the paranormal wonderland that was the Preserve by night. And then he walked her home, saw her inside the cottage on the bluff and waited until she locked the door. She listened to his footsteps going down the front porch steps; listened until he was gone and the only sound was that of the wind sighing in the trees.
The following morning she went down to the ferry dock. Slade didn’t see her at first. He lounged against the railing, a duffel bag slung over his shoulder. He was alone. There was a handful of other passengers waiting for the ferry, but no one was there to see him off to his new life in the Federal Bureau of Psi Investigation.
She approached him cautiously, not certain how he would react. She knew that as far as he was concerned she was just a kid he had helped out of a jam and then humored with a short trip into the forbidden territory of the Preserve.
“Slade?” She stopped a short distance away.
He had been watching the ferry pull into the dock. At the sound of her voice he turned his head and saw her. He smiled.
“I see you found your backup glasses,” he said.
“Yes.” She felt the heat rise in her cheeks. Her second pair of frames was even nerdier than the new pair that had gotten busted last night. “I came to say good-bye.”
“Yeah?”
“And to tell you to be careful, okay?” she added very earnestly. “The FBPI goes after some very dangerous people. Serial killers and drug traffickers.”
“I’ve heard that.” His eyes glittered with amusement. “I’ll be careful.”
She was feeling more awkward by the second. At this rate she would have a panic attack without even raising her dumb talent.
She held out the small box she had brought with her. “I also wanted to give you this. Sort of a thank-you gift for what you did for me last night.”
He eyed the box as if not sure what to make of it. It dawned on her that a man who didn’t have a family of his own probably didn’t get many gifts. He reached out and took the box.
“Thanks,” he said. “What is it?”
“Nothing important,” she assured him. “Just an old pocketknife.”
He got the lid off the oblong box and took out the narrow black crystal object inside. He studied it with interest. “How does it work? I don’t see the blade.”
She smiled. “Well, that’s the unusual thing about that knife. It was made by a master craftsman named Vegas Takashima. He died about forty years ago. He was Arcane and he made each knife by hand so his pieces are infused with a lot of his creative psi. Whatever he did made the blades almost indestructible. You’ll eventually figure out how it works and when you do, you’ll see it’s still good. It will last for decades, maybe another century or two.”
“Thank you.”
She hesitated. “I tuned it for you.”
Slade raised his brows. “You can tune objects that are hot?”
She shrugged. “Provided there’s enough energy in them. It’s a rainbow-reader thing.”
“What does tuning a para-antique do?”
“Nothing very useful,” she admitted. “But people seem to like it when I find the right object and manipulate the frequencies to resonate harmoniously with their auras. Just a trick.”
He hefted the Takashima knife on his palm and smiled slowly. “It does feel good.” He closed his fingers around the black crystal knife. “Like it belongs to me.”
“That’s how the tuning thing works,” she said earnestly. “It’s not a real spectacular talent but my family feels I may have a career selling art and antiques.”
“Is that what you want to do?”
“No.” She brightened. “I want to get a degree in para-archeology and work for one of the Arcane museums. Or maybe go underground with some of the academic and research people who explore the Alien ruins.”
“Sounds exciting.”
“Not as exciting as the FBPI but I’d really like to do it.”
“Good luck.”
“Thanks.”
He slipped the knife into the pocket of his jacket. The ferry was docked now. The three other people who had been waiting for it started down the ramp. Slade hitched the duffel bag higher on his shoulder.
“Time to go,” he said.
“Good-bye. Thanks for last night. And remember to be careful, okay?”
“Sure.”
He leaned forward slightly and kissed her lightly on the forehead. Before she could decide how to handle the situation, he was walking away from her, boarding the ferry.
She stood on the dock until the ferry sailed out of the harbor and out of sight. Just before it disappeared, she waved. She thought she saw Slade lift a hand in farewell but she couldn’t be sure. Her backup glasses were fitted with an old prescription and her distance vision was blurry. Or maybe the problem was the tears in her eyes.
She made a promise to herself that morning. When she went home to Frequency City at the end of the month she was going to get a trendy new haircut and a pair of contact lenses. Common sense told her that she was highly unlikely to ever meet Slade Attridge again. But just in case she did get lucky, she was going to do her best to make certain that, whatever else happened, he didn’t kiss her as if she were his kid sister.
Other Titles by Jayne Ann Krentz
 
In Too Deep
Fired Up
Running Hot
Sizzle and Burn
White Lies
All Night Long
Falling Awake
Truth or Dare
Light in Shadow
Summer in Eclipse Bay
Smoke in Mirrors
Dawn in Eclipse Bay
Lost & Found
Eclipse Bay
Soft Focus
Eye of the Beholder
Flash
Sharp Edges
Deep Waters
Absolutely, Positively
Trust Me
Grand Passion
Hidden Talents
Wildest Hearts
Family Man
Perfect Partners
Sweet Fortune
Silver Linings
The Golden Chance
 
 
 
By Jayne Ann Krentz writing as Amanda Quick
 
Burning Lamp
Perfect Poison
Third Circle
The River Knows
Second Sight
Lie by Moonlight
Wait Until Midnight
The Paid Companion
Late for the Wedding
Don’t Look Back
Slightly Shady
Wicked Widow
I Thee Wed
Seduction
Affair
Mischief
Mystique
Mistress
Deception
Desire
Dangerous
Reckless
Ravished
Rendezvous
Scandal
Surrender
With This Ring
 
 
 
By Jayne Ann Krentz writing as Jayne Castle
 
Midnight Crystal
Obsidian Prey
Dark Light
Silver Master
Ghost Hunter
After Glow
Harmony
After Dark
Amaryllis
Zinnia
Orchid

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