But since he was promoted from GA to archangel, and my new supervisor at that, itâs been awkward between us.
On the upside? Earthly pleasures â chief among them Chef Noraâs cooking. My ravioli is delish.
Jamal reappears to pour another glass of porcine blood for Quincie and offer a frosted goblet of raspberry soda to me. He cocks one eyebrow at the glittery glass Cupid in the center of the table. ââParadise,ââ Jamal says, flashing a smile. âThatâs an old Temptations song. You know it, Joshua?â
âCanât say that I do,â I reply. âBut I know something about temptation.â
It sounds worse out loud than it did in my head, and Quincieâs suppressed snort of a laugh is in no way helpful. Meanwhile, a gaunt young man in a ghostly pirate costume marches across the room toward the hall. A jaunty captainâs hat completes the ensemble, and his face is painted in black-and-white stage makeup to look like a skull.
âAhoy, matey,â Jamal greets him, pivoting away. âIâll show you where youâre supposed to go.â
The two chitchat as they exit together. Jamal makes the new arrival laugh. Heâs good at that, putting people at ease. The hostess, Yanira, was saying only last night that she tries to seat guests on a first date â she claims to have a sixth sense about such things â in Jamalâs section because his low-key charm and good humor have a way of soothing their nerves.
âYou like him,â Quincie whispers, leaning closer over the table.
Itâs as though she can read my mind. I play dumb anyway. âThe cursed buccaneer?â
â
Jamal.
And he likes you, I can tell. But according to Sebastian, who told Mercedes, who told Freddy, who told me, heâs shy. I donât think heâs ever had a boyfriend.â
âYou little gossip!â Somebodyâs put a lot of thought into this.
Sheâs undaunted. âItâs Valentineâs Day. Itâs a sign. You should ask him out.â Quincie pops an eye of newt into her mouth and sucks on it. âAre you allowed to ask him out? You know, being an angel and all and him . . . mortal? I know itâs not like being a priest. Zachary did his share of getting busy when he was earthbound.â
I reach for my goblet of soda. âMy sacred duty is to you.â
âPfft,â
Quincie says, blowing auburn bangs out of her eyes. âI appreciate that heaven itself finds me worthy of a twenty-fourâseven babysitter, but Iâm getting exactly nada private sexy-fun time with my boyfriend. Either you find a boyfriend of your own or Iâm going to have to sign you up for beading classes.â
âI might enjoy beading classes,â I shoot back, stopping short at another newcomerâs appearance.
An authentic-looking hell-spawn demon â from his pointy horns to his red spiky tail (it sticks out through a hole in the seat of his Leviâs) â strolls past us, does a jig across the dance floor, and disappears through the drapes leading to the back hall, blowing a kiss over his shoulder. I donât know what his restaurant experience is like, but if I were Freddy, Iâd hire him if only as a decoration.
Refusing to be further distracted, Quincie arches an inquisitive brow at me.
âJoshua.â
I repress a sigh. âOkay, cutie. I surrender. Rock on with your private sexy-fun time. Itâs not my mission to cramp your style to the point youâre not experiencing this existence the way you should.â She and Kieren have reservations for dinner here tonight anyway. I can watch over her until after âCount Sanguiniâsâ signature midnight toast. âBut leave my hypothetical love life out of it. I donât think of Jamal that way.â
Quincie licks her spoon. âLast time I checked, lying is a top-ten sin.â She frowns. âSpeaking of sins, we were talking about sex