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"How are we all doing tonight?" The Jerry Garcia look-alike waited a beat, but no one replied "That’s great, that’s great Ladies and gentlemen, we’d like to welcome you all to the Bar with a View at the St Carlson Hotel in beautiful don Atlanta I’uys behind me are Izzie Palerma and Scott Chiznowski, and we are"--he stopped and played the opening chords to the first song of the set--"the Eighties Machine"
The houselights di over the dance floor, turning slowly to reflect the multicolored beams directed at it from a circle of flood lamps Chris autohtly discordant version of Duran Duran’s "Hungry Like the Wolf" and several other nostalgic ahits while she finished her soda She watched the clientele and studied the furnishings and fixtures, picking out what she thought were the best spots to plant microphones and recorders
As Chris made her survey, several waitresses, women, and a couple of ht have suspected he was dealing drugs, but she saw no exchanges of money or the sly handoffs that were usually involved in trafficking in public She did overhear the man refuse from everyone who came to hi Yet everyone he turned away left s In Chris’s experience the only people who coree of deference were either wealthy, famous, or both: actors, rock stars, tycoons, and politicians
No wonder he thought I came over here to hit on him
Whoever the Brit ould have to reht now the job had her teetering on the edge of depression and exhaustion Realizing it was tio, she took a five out of her wallet and tucked it under the edge of her coaster before sliding out fro it a night" She sao to the ladies’ room slon to stare in his direction "You shouldn’t be lonely for too long Good-bye"
She hadn’t taken two steps away fro hand slid around her wrist
"Don’t go yet, love"
The mortal female didn’t resist Robin of Locksley’s hold For this he was glad, absorbed as he becaainst his Froo at the auction, she’d enchanted hinized her at once as the art dealer pictured in the advertiseallery’s medieval art show, but it had not done her justice
"There’s no reason to stay," she said
Along with her obvious virtues she had a manner as direct as a man’s and as pitiless as one of Robin’s arrows That, too, he found captivating; it had been centuries since any
Of course, he could not tell her that when she had left the auction, he had followed her here That would frighten her and spoil the gao now," he lied, "we ently eased her wrist frorip "I’ll try not to let that ruin e of people were slow to be affected by or were immune to l’attrait, the scent his immortal body shed to attract and control humans But his talent, the ability to charm any mortal he touched, had never failed to sway even the most defiant human
Perhaps it hadabout her attested to her character, fronified set of her shoulders and spine to the clever choice of her garments: a businesswoman, her well-cut dark rose jacket and sli for her sex The pale pink silk scarf she wore knotted around her slierie lay beneath the lace confection of her cream-colored blouse
Many hu the auction So many that Robin had not attes, which could only be called superb Robin i the thin straps of her heels fros froht have done so had she succumbed to l’attrait Bespelled by his scent, she would not have been able to leave his presence or resist any request he ence and confidence indicated a very strong will Perhaps she could not easily be swayed by anything, even his Kyn talent Which would be a problem indeed, for this human female possessed a prize that had eluded him for half a millennium: The Maiden’s Book of Hours, a medieval illuminated manuscript that Robin had coveted, chased, and lost for more than five hundred years Now that he knew exactly where it was, he would not per late," she was saying
Robin had no intention of allowing her to leave him, not until he further tested her remarkable restraint "You will never know, then"
"Knohat?"