He returned to the task at hand, and when he finally came, I have to admit I welcomed the energy burst. It wasn't a lot - the guy practically worked for Hell already - but I needed it. Simon pulled out of me, and I sat up, mildly sated from an energy standpoint, if not a physical one. I honestly hadn't done much but lie there the whole time, but he regarded me as though we'd just gone through the entire Kama Sutra.
"Definitely worth putting up with an inept succubus," he said happily, pulling his pants back up.
I wanted to say that he might want to withhold judgment until he actually met Tawny, but instead, I just smiled. I knew when to keep my control switch on.
CHAPTER 11
Simon hadn't had a lot to give me, but just like every other time I'd gotten an energy fix recently, I had the dream.
It played out the same as always, starting with the dishes, going all the way up to when my dream-self looked into the living room to smile at the little girl. After a few more moments, my dream-self returned to her dishes. Silently, I screamed at her to look back. I couldn't get enough of the girl. I wanted to drink her in. I could have watched her forever, taking in those long-lashed eyes and wispy curls.
Then, as though she could hear me, my dream-self glanced back into the other room. The girl was gone. My dream-self jerked her hands out of the water, just in time to hear a thump and a crash. The sound of crying followed, and then I woke up.
It was late morning, and my energy was gone. That honestly didn't surprise me anymore. Coupled with that loss, however, was a new sensation. I felt cold, chilled to the bone. My skin also felt wet, like I'd been submerged in water. When I ran my fingers over my arm, it was perfectly dry. Nonetheless, I put on the heaviest sweater I could find, and eventually the chill abated.
Work was busy and not particularly eventful until the end, when Maddie casually reminded me about us hanging out afterward. I nearly walked into a display when she said that. In my haste yesterday, I'd gone ahead and made plans with both Maddie and Seth for after work. I had a tendency to do that kind of thing when I was stressed. I felt so popular. And, as I often did in this kind of situation, I solved it by combining both of my mistakes into one solution.
"Maddie wanted to hang out tonight," I told Seth. "I think she's lonely. Mind if I bring her in for the babysitting thing?"
"Sure," he said, not looking up from his laptop.
"Seth wanted help babysitting tonight," I told Maddie. "Do you mind if we sort of make that our evening activity?"
Maddie gave the proposition a bit more thought than Seth had. She didn't look upset so much as puzzled. "I haven't really been around many kids. It's not that I don't like them...just that it's always kind of weird."
"His nieces are great," I assured her. "You'll be a convert."
I felt a little bad about strong-arming her into the Mortensen family adventure. She stayed silent for most of the ride up, keeping her thoughts to herself. Seth's family lived up north of the city, in Lake Forest Park. Their house looked exactly like the other ones on the street, but I suspected it was a necessary sacrifice in order to accommodate two adults and five girls.
"Oh my God," said Maddie when we stepped inside the house. All five Mortensen daughters were there. They ranged in age from four to fourteen, all sharing their mother's blond hair and blue eyes. We seemed to have walked into the middle of an argument. "Maybe...this wasn't such a good idea..."
I looked around the room. Seth had gotten there earlier, and Terry and Andrea had already left to do their shopping. Fourteen-year-old Brandy tried to make her voice heard over that of Kendall, who was nine and the twins McKenna and Morgan who were six. Only four-year-old Kayla, sitting on the couch beside her uncle, listened quietly. I couldn't even tell what the others were fighting about.
"It can spin webs!" cried Kendall.
"No, it can't. That's just its name." Brandy looked weary. The others weren't paying attention to her.
"The horn would slice the webs!" cried McKenna. Morgan backed her by making a chopping motion with her hand.
"Not if the monkey trapped it first," retorted Kendall.
"The unicorn can run fast. The monkey couldn't catch it."
"Then it's a coward!" Kendall looked triumphant. "It loses automatically if it doesn't show up for the fight."
Both twins appeared stumped by this bit of logic.
"This is a stupid argument," said Brandy. "Unicorns aren't real."
The other three girls turned on her and started shouting their protests.
"HEY!" I yelled over the cacophony. Everyone fell silent and looked at me. I don't think the girls had noticed my arrival. "What's going on?"
"A debate over who would win if a unicorn got in a fight with a spider monkey," said Seth.
Beside me, Maddie made a strange noise that sounded suspiciously like a squelched laugh.
"It's been compelling and well thought out," added Seth, his voice deadpan.
Brandy groaned. "Unicorns aren't real."
"Spider monkeys aren't real!" McKenna shot back.
"Yes, they are," said Brandy. "This is all pointless."
Kendall glared at her. "It's hypocritical."
"Hypothetical," I corrected.
"Don't worry," Seth told Maddie and me. "It's downright civil compared to the mermaid-centaur debate."
"Guys," I said. "This is Maddie." I ticked off the girls' names for her, one by one.
"Hi," said Maddie nervously. She eyed each girl, then looked at Seth uncertainly. She'd been acting differently around him since the auction, and I made a mental note to harass him about their date. "This might have been a bad idea..."
He smiled one of those sweet smiles that could make anyone feel better. She smiled back, relaxing a little. "Nope. We need all the help we can get around here." He rose, scooping up Kayla as he rose. "What I actually need is a distraction while everyone under age nine gets put to bed." The twins cried out in dismay.
I glanced at Brandy and Kendall. "Sounds easy enough."
"Don't speak so soon," warned Brandy.
Kendall was already in motion. She tore out of the room and returned with a long cardboard box that she nearly shoved into my face. "Look what Grandma sent me." It was a Monopoly game.
"The Industrial Revolution edition?" I asked dumbfounded.
"It's about the only edition they hadn't made yet," remarked Seth. "I think they're kind of grasping at straws."
"You got that for Christmas?" I asked. "You wanted it for Christmas?"
"I want to be a real estate mongrel when I grow up," she explained.
"Mogul," I corrected. "And I thought you wanted to be a pirate?"
She gave me a pitying look. "They don't have very good health insurance."
I pointed to the box. "But why the Industrial Revolution? Wouldn't you have rather had, I don't know, the Barbie edition? Or the Sephora edition?" I kind of wanted that last one for myself.
"The Industrial Revolution was an important period in Western Civilization. The developments in production and manufacturing forever changed the face of our culture and socioeconomic status." She paused. "You wanna play?"
"Is one of the pieces a spinning jenny?" asked Maddie.
Seth laughed. "Actually, it is."
"I'm in," she said.
Kayla, who was in Seth's arms, appeared on the verge of falling asleep then and there. Her cuddly form reminded me of the dream girl, and my heart lurched. Suddenly, Monopoly held little appeal. I walked over to Seth. "Tell you what. You play, and I'll take bedtime duty."
"You sure?"
"Positive."
He passed her off, and she wrapped her little arms around my neck. With the twins in tow, I left the others to set up the game. Maddie looked distinctly uncomfortable at being abandoned, but I knew she'd do fine. Sometimes being forced to socialize was the best way to learn.
The twins were surprisingly easy to put to bed, probably because they slept in the same room. Going to bed wasn't such a big deal when you had a sister to whisper to and giggle with. I supervised the brushing of teeth and putting on of pajamas, then closed them in with warnings that I'd check back.
Still balancing Kayla on one hip, I carried her to the room she shared with Kendall. Kayla almost never said anything, so I wasn't particularly surprised when she didn't protest having a pink nightgown pulled over her head and being tucked under the covers. I sat on the edge of her bed and handed her a stuffed unicorn I'd found on the floor. She wrapped it in her arms.