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Authors: Anthea Sharp

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“Too hard?”

“No—it’s perfect.” She probably should ask him to stop, but it felt so good.

Not just the massage, which was great, but the sensation of touch, of someone’s skin against her own. She felt like a drooping plant getting much-needed water.

Finally, he stopped and pulled his hand away. It was hard to tell with his dusky skin, but she thought he was blushing.

“Better?” he asked.

“Much. Maybe I should hire you to come on tour as my hand massager. Put you on the VirtuMax payroll.” She was only half joking.

Something flashed through his eyes, and he sat back a little. She didn’t know what she’d said, but the closeness she’d felt between them was gone.

“I need to get back to work,” he said, tugging on the badge slung around his neck. “Thanks for lunch.”

Disappointment curled through her, along with the realization she hadn’t had a chance to ask him more about his time in Feyland.

“Can’t you stay a bit longer?”

He stood. “Sorry—my shift is about to start and I don’t want to be late.”

Clearly she didn’t have time now to ask probing questions about his in-game experience, but she wasn’t going to let this go. As a member of the Feyguard, she couldn’t.

“Are you free tonight?” she asked.

“Maybe.” His tone was cautious.

“VirtuMax is throwing a party,” she said, trying to sound casual. “If you want, I’ll put you on the guest list. Bring a friend.”

Did he have a girlfriend? She didn’t like how the thought stabbed. Well, she’d find out—and it wasn’t like she could start dating the guy herself. She was leaving first thing Monday morning.

“That would be great,” he said, and sounded like he meant it.

She walked him over to the door. They stood there awkwardly for a moment, not quite touching.

“See you later, then,” she said. “It’s in suite 204.”

“Okay. Later.”

He met her gaze, and something in his dark eyes made a little flame flicker to life in the middle of her chest. Then he was gone, closing the door softly behind him.

Dammit. She was
not
falling for some cute gamer guy she knew nothing about. Even if he seemed nice and had rubbed her hand.

Spark leaned her forehead against the closed door, feeling the vibrations of the con rumbling through the building. She didn’t want to turn around and go back into the empty suite, breathe in the stale air of loneliness, and eat the rest of the chocolate by herself.

But she did.

 

***

 

Aran’s feet were sore from working the Expo Hall the rest of the afternoon. At five o’clock, he and two other volunteers walked through the big room, announcing they were closing up for the night. All the convention-goers needed to leave before the main doors locked at five thirty. The vendors would have one door available to them, but that would close at six.

“Doors reopen at ten,” Aran called. “Everybody out.”

Two gray-haired guys were arguing at a table filled with old-school RPG books and board games. One of them picked up a figurine and brandished it.

“The introduction of the Elbeck was the worst idea, ever! From then on, the game totally dived.”

“Lies. Without the Elbeck, the entire storyline makes no sense. Dude, you’re an idiot.”

Aran leaned forward, ready to intervene if things got violent. The one guy raised his hand, and Aran started to sprint over, only to relax as the Elbeck-hater clapped the other fellow on the back.

“Come on,” he said, tossing the figurine down on the table. “Let’s go get a beer.”

“Right on.”

The two men headed for the exit, still arguing companionably. Behind them, a couple sporting tufted ears and long, striped tails darted, playing a growling game of tag on their way out.

Gamers. Aran shook his head, but couldn’t help smiling. These crazy people were his tribe—even though he’d gone over to what some of them would call the dark side. He felt too stuffy, dressed in his jeans and SimCon shirt. Tonight, the blue streak was going back in his hair.

He met Bix at the info table up front, the Expo Hall strangely quiet as the vendors closed up.

“I’m so ready for fun,” Bix said. “Think we can get into some more parties? Maybe we’ll meet up with Cyndee and Pema again.”

Aran had to think for a second, “Right—warrior princess and robo-enforcer-girl.”

“You have to admit, they were pretty flawless.”

There was only one girl on Aran’s mind, and nobody else at the convention could even come close.

“If you want to go to a party,” he said, “how about VirtuMax’s?”

Bix snorted. “Right. You have to be on the list for that one. No sliding in just because of our shirts and badges.”

“I got us on the list.”

“What?” Bix stared at him, his eyes comically wide. “Not true.”

“Yes true.”

“Woot!” Bix started dancing around, waving his long arms. “I can’t believe it—this is so prime!”

Aran couldn’t help smiling at his friend’s excitement. He shared it, though he drew the line at dancing like a maniac.

It would be good to see Spark one more time before the con ended. And she had mentioned her half-day off. If he invited her to see the city with him, would she come? His pulse sped at the thought.

Bix finally stopped dancing. “When does the party start?”

“I’m not sure. Not too early.”

“What should we wear? Like, costumes, or just normal clothes? Do you think Spark Jaxley will be there?”

“No doubt. Come on.” Aran headed for the exit.

Somehow, the moment to reveal his budding friendship with Spark had come and then gone. Now it felt too late.

“I think I’ll be NinjaQuad,” Bix said. “I can use my brother’s costume.”

“Will it fit?” Outside the Expo Hall they took a right, back toward Gofer Central.

“I’ll make it fit. What are you wearing?”

“Let’s grab our stuff and go home,” Aran said. “We can figure out it out, eat something, and get back here within a couple hours. The party won’t get going until then, anyway.”

He didn’t feel like arguing with Bix about wearing a costume. It would be enough to re-dye his hair and wear his Tinz shirt—his favorite band. He’d actually bought the shirt, though he’d climbed the fence with a couple of friends to sneak into the concert. Good times.

So, no costume. For one thing, he didn’t have one, and for another, he wanted Spark to recognize him. He had a feeling she’d be herself, too—though the room would probably be full of magenta-haired gamer girls.

Which meant going as Spark Jaxley was the perfect disguise.

CHAPTER
SIX

 

L
oud music throbbed through suite 204, along with flashing lights from the temporary dance floor. Spark sipped a glowing cup of VirtuMax-red punch, watched the multicolored lights play over the partygoers, and tried not to stare at the door. Just because Aran said he’d come didn’t mean he would. Or that it meant anything if he did. Being put on the guest list wasn’t the same thing as actually going on a date.

Get it together,
she told herself, heading to the refreshment table. It was ridiculous to waste time dreaming over a guy. Even if he was cute, and good company.

She grabbed a plate and put a couple of cookies on it to give herself something to do, then went to lean against the wall again. Luckily, in the semi-dim light, it was hard for people to see that she was the actual Spark Jaxley. So far she’d counted eight other people dressed like her—and not all of them were women.

Vonda joined her, costumed as one of her favorite anime creatures, complete with six purple arms. Three of them held glasses of punch, and Spark hoped the mechanics stayed solid. She didn’t want red glow spilled on her.

“Demos went well today,” Vonda said. “We managed to get more than two-thirds of the line through.”

“That’s a record. I think all of them came and got autographs.”

“How’s the hand?”

“Good enough.” Spark shrugged, glad the low light hid her expression. Aran’s mini-massage had helped. “What did you think of the guy I invited to come early?”

Vonda tilted her head. “Cute. But you knew that already.”

“I meant his gaming.”

Spark took a sip of punch, even though she hated how the glow clung to people’s lips for a moment afterward. If she had infrared vision, she’d probably be able to see people’s whole digestive tracts lit up. Disturbing thought.

“He obviously knew his way around a sim-system. Beyond that, I couldn’t say. I was too busy getting everything else set up. Where’d you meet him?”

“Here, at the con. He’s a volunteer. When he logged out, did you notice anything… off?”

“Hm.” Vonda crossed two of her arms. “Maybe, yeah. I didn’t tag it right away, but after watching hundreds of people come out of Feyland today, his reaction was a little strange. No smiles, no gushing praise. Or even the opposite. He was real quiet when he walked away.”

The confirmation gave Spark a twinge. She’d been right—and she doubly hoped Aran would come to the party tonight. Pointed questions were in order, and she wouldn’t let him distract her this time.

“Is there a problem?” Vonda asked.

“No. Just wondering.”

“You could ask him about his gaming experience yourself. He’s over there by the couches.”

“What?” Spark’s heart gave a thump, then settled back into a faster rhythm. She scanned the clots of people standing at the far end of the room. “Are you sure?”

“Since he’s not in costume, yes. There,” she pointed with yet another arm, “next to the warrior babe.”

“I see him.”

And she wished she hadn’t. The girl he stood by was giving him a possessive look, and she was gorgeous—all lush curves and pouty lips, the way Spark would never be. As she watched, the warrior babe curled her arm around Aran’s.

He wasn’t wearing his glasses, which was why she hadn’t spotted him immediately. Without the dark frames his sharp cheekbones stood out.

“Go talk to him,” Vonda said.

“I don’t—”

“Come
on
. You’re Spark Jaxley. Here, I’ll take those.” Vonda grabbed her plate and cup of punch, which Spark was happy to give up without a fight.

She tucked her hair behind one ear. Sure, she was a star, but that didn’t mean she was flawlessly self-confident every waking moment.

“I’m waiting.” Vonda started tapping her foot in a theatrical manner.

“You think being my part-time manager means you can boss me around?”

“Yep.”

“Fine.”

Spark lifted her chin and made her way past a group of gyrating dancers, toward the couches. She almost veered away when Aran’s girlfriend whispered something in his ear. Then he saw her and smiled. A real smile, not a star-struck one. So she kept going until she was standing in front of him.

“Hi,” she said. “Glad you came.” Even if he’d brought his date.

“Wouldn’t miss it.” He glanced at his girlfriend. “Pema, I’d like you to meet—”

“Spark Jaxley,” Pema said. “Decent costume, if a bit uninspired.”

As if the warrior princess showing lots of skin was an original idea.

“Hey.” Aran untangled his arm from Pema’s grasp. “This is actually the real—”

“Aran, man, you have got to come over here,” a tall, gangly guy in a too-small costume interrupted, grabbing Aran’s shoulder from behind. “Cyndee just met one of the VirtuMax techs!”

“Hold on, Bix,” Aran said as his friend started moving away. “I want you to meet—”

“Well, come soon. I gotta get back, before Cyndee decides he’s a better date.”

“He’s a
cute
VirtuMax tech?” Pema asked. “I’m with ya. Later, Aran.”

With a swish of her hips, Pema turned and followed the tall guy away, leaving Spark blinking at Aran.

“Wait,” she said. “Pema’s not your girlfriend?”

She felt as if someone put the room on pause as she waited for his answer.

“No. I just met her yesterday.”

The lights flashed, red and green and purple, and the music pulsed through the air, kick-starting Spark’s smile.

“You met a lot of people yesterday,” she said, trying not to grin too much.

“But only one that I’d like to know better,” he said. “Want to dance?”

“Sure.”

They found a corner of the floor, and she was glad to see that Aran was a good dancer. Nothing too flashy, nothing too geeky, although she had to laugh a little when they started copying one another’s robo-dance moves.

The DJ put on a slow song, and Spark hesitated. Then Aran opened his arms, and she went into them. She slipped her arms around his shoulders, and their bodies gently bumped as they swayed together. It was straight out of a too-sweet movie, but she didn’t care.

She was just a girl, dancing with a boy, and everything in the world was right.

The music stopped too soon. She leaned her head against his chest a moment longer, counting his breaths.

She pulled back a little and touched the dash of indigo in his black hair. “Is this new? I like it.”

“I just redid it. My rebel streak.”

“I think it goes deeper than your hair.”

She could picture him, riding midnight streets on a sleek grav-cycle, pushing the speed limit, flying over the horizon toward dawn and freedom.

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