from beneath her, and she pitched headlong down the stairs. Calf muscles burning with strain, Tach vaulted up the steps, and caught her just before her dark head connected with the concrete. Her chignon had jerked loose, and strands of sable hair hung about her face. He righted her, and a few more hairpins fell pattering to the floor.
"Are you all right?"
"Yes, yes." She pressed a hand to her forehead, looking about in confusion. "I could have been killed." His arms were still around her. She glanced down, raised hesitant eyes to his face. "You're still holding me."
"My apologies." He began to withdraw. She laid her hand on his shoulder holding him in place. Tachyon felt her thigh, firm beneath the silk skirt, weld itself to his. His cock stirred.
"You could have let me fall. It would have been natural after ... after the way I've treated you."
"I would never let you .. fall."
Fingers, as soft as butterflies, explored his face, traced across his lips. "You saved my life."
"You exaggerate."
Fleur pressed her body to his. Tach groaned softly as his penis stiffened to rigid and aching attention. Suddenly she cupped his face between her hands and kissed him. All vestiges of control vanished. Tongue probing deep into her mouth, he gripped her buttocks. Their panting breaths set an odd counterpoint to the roll call droning up from the floor. Tach's hands played frenziedly across her body.
Fleur broke away. Struggled to rebutton her blouse. Tachyon gripped her trembling fingers.
"Here, let me."
"Take me to your room."
He looked up, fingers frozen on a button. She lifted his hand, bit down hard on a forefinger.
Help me.
A cry from his soul? Or a random thought from Fleur? He ignored the plaintive voice.
"We can't be seen leaving together," whispered Fleur. He handed her his room key. "I'll follow ... soon."
Jack's phone bleeped again. It had been ringing all through his lunch at the Bello Mondo and the other patrons were beginning to get annoyed. The Speaker of the U. S.
House of Representatives, in fact, was scowling at him from the next table. Jack offered Jim Wright of Texas an apologetic look, opened his case, and took out the handset.
"This is Tachyon. I am calling from the press room. I must leave, and I require someone here with your kind of charisma."
"What for, exactly?"
"I will inform you when you arrive. Please hurry."
"Hey. Don't give me this Takisian-royalty-in-a-hurry crap." But Tachyon had hung up.
Jack contemplated grinding the telephone to dust. Instead he finished his last bite of dessert, overpaid, and fed the maitre d' his C-note.
The distance from the Marriott to the Convention Center was precisely one unfiltered Camel in length. Jack's neck prickled. He and Fleur van Renssaeler jostled in a door leading to the Convention Center. Psychos-his third wife had been a real nut case made him nervous. Despite the way Fleur spooked him, Jack gave her a jaunty wave and grin, received a close-lipped smile in return. He saw a Marriott room key in her hand and figured she was heading to the hotel to give some reporter a blow job straight from God, maybe convert him to Barnett's cause.
Tachyon was waiting just beneath the ABC skybox, wearing his cavalier coat with the slashes and turnbacks, the riding breeches and boots. The alien's face was strained. When he saw Jack, the violet eyes flashed.
"What took you so long?"
"Hi, to you, too."
"It's imperative that you speak to the press immediately." Waving his plumed hat under Jack's nose.
"Fine." Jack tipped another cigarette out of the pack. "What am I supposed to be talking to them about?"
"This 'Anyone-but-Hartmann business. If the media keeps harping on this, it will become a self-fulfilling prophesy. "
"Okay." Jack grinned as he lit the Camel. "Is Connie Chung in there? And if she's married, is her husband here?"
"This is no time for-" Tachyon began waving the hat again, then abruptly swallowed his words. Color blossomed on his cheeks. At the sight, a cold, despairing certainty settled into Jack's mind.
"It's Fleur, right? That was your hotel key she waved at me."
"She did not wave-" The alien swallowed his words again. Tachyon drew himself up to his full princely heightwith the heels, about eight inches below Jack's-and glared with furious violet eyes. "I will not have my personal life questioned. This is no affair of yours."
"Darn right it's no affair of mine. I turned her down a few days ago."
Tachyon showed his teeth. "How dare you! Do you know who you're speaking to?"
Jack took a