He did. "Better not be late—I just might start questioning her without you."
"Better not. I'm all that's standing between you and jail, remember."
He snorted. "The way things are going, you'll be the reason I'm thrown in jail."
I grinned, but couldn't deny it. As I headed for my car, my phone rang. I dug it out of my purse and hit the ANSWER button. "Hello?"
"Well, hello," a familiar voice said. "Are we over our snit yet?"
I ignored the jibe. "What can I do for you, Lucian?"
"Oh, I can think of lots of things, but I'll settle for a simple dinner date."
There was nothing simple about dinner dates with him—that I knew from long experience. "I'm afraid the snit lingers on, so the answer is no."
He sighed. "Risa, we both know that you could have stopped me anytime you wanted. You simply didn't want."
That was possibly true—if I'd had Amaya on me and had forced him back at sword point. I doubted I'd have had the strength—or rather, the willpower—to do it otherwise. Which, again, struck me as odd because up until now I'd never been a pushover when it came to men and sex. But then, up until now I'd never been involved with a full Aedh, either.
"That's not the point, Lucian."
"What if I swear on bended knees not to push against your desire like that again?"
"Then I might forgive you," I said with a half smile. "Just not today. After all, you did bet that I'd only last two nights without you."
"I will hold my tongue in the future," he said, with a laugh. "So, what have you been up to without me? I'm guessing your father hasn't been in contact with you about finding the next key?"
"No. Life has been the same old, same old, I'm afraid."