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stick by her side was he? Protect her? She’d like to see his expression tomorrow when some guy dressed as the Blob approached her at the convention…At the convention!
    “There’s something you should know. Tomorrow I’m going to a convention in San Francisco for a week. You’ll just have to stay here and wait for me—”
    He interrupted her. “No. I will go to this sanfrancisco with you.”
    “You can’t!” She gasped. He folded his arms across his chest and narrowed his eyes at her. The effect was rather formidable. Nonetheless, she had to make him see reason. There was no way she was taking an alien with her to the convention. No way.
    “I mean it. You cannot go with me.” She spaced her words firmly, letting him know she meant it.
    He raised an eyebrow, but did not respond.
    “Look, I don’t care if you’re an alien or the reincarnation of Albert Einstein. I’m not canceling this trip.” She added the words that strike terror into every traveler’s heart. “It’s non-refundable.”
    He still said nothing, but his eyes had definitely narrowed some more.
    She was getting exasperated now. “Do you understand? I can’t take you!”
    The slow smile he gave her chilled her to her bones.
    He’s going to follow me. I just know it. Damn!
    She exhaled noisily. “You think you’re going, don’t you?”
    The look he gave her was implacable and faintly amused. “I am going.”
    The man was serious. Double damn! She took a moment to size up her adversary, and silently admitted defeat. He didn’t look the malleable type.
    She supposed she’d have to buy him a plane ticket and everything. She groaned. If an alien had to “fall” on her doorstep, why couldn’t he at least have a gold card? Thank God she had plastic.
    She paused a minute, wondering if she was losing her mind.
    An alien was in her house and she was lamenting the fact he didn’t have a credit card! Shock. It must be shock. She peered at him. He still regarded her with a piercingly intent expression.
    “Oh, all right! Let me call the airline and see if I can get you a ticket.”
    Grudgingly, she went to the phone to call the airline, hoping there wouldn’t be any seats left. The ticket agent cheerfully informed her she got the last seat available in coach. It figures, the way this day has been going. She slammed down the phone.
    “I don’t suppose you have a change of clothes either, do you?” she snarled at him.
    He grinned at her, revealing an engaging dimple in his left cheek. “No, Adeeann; I do not.” He didn’t bother to add that clothes of his quality were always purchased witha self-cleaning spell put on by the Weaver’s Guild wizard. And it was so stated on the label.
    She threw her arms up in the air. “I don’t believe this!” she fumed. “What do you think this is, an intergalactic mission house?”
    He regarded her strangely, having no idea what she was talking about.
    “We’ll just have to go to the mall later and get you some clothes. You can’t go walking about dressed like that.”
    That got his dander up. “I will have you know these garments are of the finest—”
    “Yeah, yeah, can it. I’m starved. I’ll go see what I can find for us to eat in the kitchen.”
    Lorgin watched her stomp off, his thoughts returning to his appearance on this planet and the nature of his quest. Were they somehow linked?
    Deana stormed into the kitchen, opening cabinets and slamming doors, looking at the choices. Popcorn and popcorn. I guess it’s popcorn. Three minutes, ten seconds; she punched the timer on the microwave and hit start. Deana figured she might as well clean up the spilt coffee on the floor, and was about to do so when the popping started.
    With a grace and speed she wouldn’t have thought possible in a man his size, he bounded off the couch, leapt over the coffee table, cape flying, and ran into the kitchen. In an instant he spotted the source of the popping and whipped out a rodlike object from his