"Good to know the name's accurate. It'll avoid any embarrassing confusion that might occur at dinner. God only knows how many wacky mishaps have happened when people ordered sweetmeats."
Cody choked a little on his beer, but Hugh gave Simone a high-beam smile. "That's fascinating. Are you a cook?"
"No," she said. Nothing more.
Peter popped back in just then with a vodka gimlet for me. After last night's showdown with Doug, I'd vowed to lay off for a while - like, a few days. I suddenly decided I might need a drink after all.
Peter glanced around with a small frown. "This is it? I'd kind of hoped Jerome might come." Our boss used to hang out with us quite a bit but had been avoiding social events since his summoning.
"I think he's got some business to take care of," I said. I honestly had no clue, but I kind of hoped my vague allusion would trigger a reaction in Simone. It didn't.
Peter put on a good spread as always, his kitchen table immaculately set, along with cabernet sauvignon to complement the shepherd's pie. I noted that Guinness might be a better pairing, but he ignored me.
"Where are you from?" I asked Simone. "You're here on vacation, right?"
She nodded, delicately lifting her fork. She'd cut her pie into perfect one-inch-sized cubes. It was enough to rival Peter's obsessive compulsion. "I'm from Charleston," she said. "I'll probably stay for a week. Maybe two if my archdemon will let me. Seattle's nice."
"I've heard Charleston's nice too," said Hugh. He apparently hadn't given up on getting laid tonight.
"It was founded in 1670," she said by way of answer.
That weird silence followed again. "Were you there at the time?" I asked.
"No."
We ate without further conversation. At least, we did until dessert arrived and Cody turned his attention to me. "So, are you going to help me or not?"
I'd been pondering how Simone ever managed to score guys and if her use of adjectives expanded beyond "nice." Cody's question blindsided me. "What?"
"With Gabrielle. Remember? Last night?" Right. Bookstore Gabrielle who was only into Goth and vampire guys.
"I didn't promise you I would, did I?" I asked uneasily. There were too many memory gaps from that party.
"No, but if you were a friend, you would. Besides, aren't you some kind of love expert?"
"For myself."
"And if memory serves," said Hugh, "she's not even really good at that."
I shot him a glare.
"You have to give me something," said Cody. "I need to see her again...need something to talk to her about..."
I'd thought his infatuation with Gabrielle had been alcohol induced last night - seriously, was there anything alcohol couldn't be blamed for? - but that look of puppy dog love was still in his eyes. I'd known Cody a few years and had never seen this kind of reaction from him. I'd never seen it from Peter either, but my friends and I had secretly decided long ago that he was just asexual. If vampires had been capable of reproduction, he would have done it amoeba-style.
I racked my brain. "I saw her reading The Seattle Sinner the other day on her break."
"What's that?" Cody asked.
"It's our local industrial-Goth-fetish-horror-S&M-angst underground newspaper," said Peter.
We all turned and stared at him.
"So I've heard," he added hastily.
I glanced back at Cody with a shrug. "It's a start. We've got it in the store."
"Are you guys done with the boring love stuff?" a voice suddenly asked. "It's time to get onto the real action."
The new voice made me jump, and then I felt the familiar crystalline aura signaling an angel's presence. Carter materialized in the one empty chair at the table - Peter had set for six, hoping Jerome would show. Seattle's worst dressed angel sat back in the chair, arms crossed over his chest and expression typically sardonic. His jeans and flannel shirt looked like they'd gone through a wood chipper, but the cashmere knit hat resting on his shoulder-length blond hair was pristine. It had been a gift from me, and I couldn't help a smile. Carter's gray eyes glinted with amusement when he noticed me.
Hanging out with an angel might be weird in some hellish circles, but it had become pretty standard in our group. We were used to Carter's comings and goings, as well as his cryptic - and often infuriating - remarks. He was the closest Jerome had to a best friend and always had a particular interest in me and my love life. He'd let up a little since the