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.Marcy shifted, languorous, beneath the weight of him.Her bare foot slid slightly up his jeans, then down,exploring the hardness of his leg.He murmured encouragement between one kiss and another, glad tohave her use him for her education, more than happy to move on to advanced courses sooner than he'dever expected.Damn.No wonder the demon wanted her.He could sell his soul for someone like her, himself.Then someone cleared his throat behind Tomas and when he looked over his shoulder, he wondered ifhe'd damned himself after all.He was staring at three people: an older man whose wide mouth resembledMarcy's at its most prudish; an older woman whose willowy shape looked like Marcy's surely would inthirty years; and a younger woman about his age who, well, looked like Marcy.Just older with moremakeup and a more sophisticated hairstyle and wardrobe.Tomas stared at them, still dazed from the kiss, as uncertain about their reality as he'd been about thedemon's.Then Marcy, half-hidden behind him, said, "Hi, Daddy.Mom.Sharona."They were real."Let me guess," said Sharona."Tomas the maintenance guy?"Straightening so that he wasn't pressed so lewdly against the family's younger daughter but movingslowly so that he wouldn't look too guilty Tomas glanced from her to Marcy and back.Had Marcydescribed him to her sister?Marcy looked embarrassed.Interesting."Hey," he said."Sharona, right?"Actually, he'd never heard of the woman, but information was information.He went with the idea andoffered a hand to her father."Mr.Bridges.Mrs.Bridges."Okay, so he sounded as if he belonged on a sixties sitcom and should be wearing a letterman sweater.Itstill bought time."Pleased to meet you," said Mrs.Bridges, forgiving him for making out with their daughter more quicklythan her husband seemed to.She had a firm grip when she shook his hand."Excuse my appearance.Theelevator doesn't seem to be working."Mr.Bridges looked at the elevator, with its web of rope and the wedged crowbar, and his expressiondidn't soften."You do maintenance work for a living?""No," said Tomas."I also manage the building.""You do?" asked Marcy, addressing him for the first time since the kiss.She was blushing.It wasadorable.He shrugged.He'd never said hedidn't. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html"So you're coming to lunch with us, right?" asked Sharona."For Marcy's birthday?"Mrs.Bridges said, "Marcy, honey, you aren't wearing that, are you?"Thatmeant Tomas's inside-out T-shirt and his drawstring shorts, which looked great on her, leaving herlegs long and bare.Between the demon, and losing the priest, and kissing her, Tomas hadn't had the fullopportunity to admire her legs in those shorts.Now seemed a bad time.Marcy looked at the apartment door behind her, and Tomas suspected he knew what she was thinking.She didn't want to go into that apartment.The demon might be behind any door."Um& yes?""You at least need shoes," insisted her mother."What restaurant will let you in without shoes?"Tomas said, "I'll get them.""No!" protested Marcy."Really.Just tell me where they are.""I'll go with you."Tomas glanced at her parents, who looked understandably dubious at this interchange.They couldprobably use some privacy anyway."Fine.C'mon."When he unlocked her door with his passkey, he didn't miss Mr.Bridges's disapproval.Both Tomasand Marcy held their breath but nothing greeted them through the doorway except an overly neat livingroom& and a whiff of brimstone."What's that smell?" asked Mrs.Bridges.Marcy said, "Fumigation." Then she darted in, Tomas following and closing the door behind them."Yourfamily ?" he demanded."I forgot they were coming! It's been an unusual morning." Which was true, what with portals to Hell,curses&Tomas noticed a pink flush spreading across Marcy's cheeks, intrigued.Had the kissing been that lifechanging, too?Even he'd been shaken by it.Maybe Marcy saw something in his eyes."I'm not sleeping with you just to screw over the demon.So tospeak."Had he actually asked her? "I thought you said you weren't saving it for any particular reason?""Except to wait until I'm ready, and I've got to tell you, this whole day has not made me ready.Even Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.htmlbefore my parents showed up.""Look, I'm not suggesting anything." But as soon as he said that, Tomas found himself consideringsuggesting things after all.A lot of things."We don't have to grab a quickie while your family's waiting inthe hallway.But let's not forget, you seem to be on some kind of deadline.Even if I weren't fairly good atthis which, by the way, I am I'd have to be a better first time than that& thatthing."Something chuckled, deep and sadistic, from the bedroom and in their heads.Tomas said, "Please tell me your shoes aren't in the closet."Marcy would never, ever have imagined Tomas Martinez riding beside her in the cramped back seat ofher parents' minivan, on their way to her birthday lunch.He looked completely out of place, from hiscoiled size to his black clothing to the spiky tattoo that circled his dark wrist.From the way Sharona keptturning to glance at them from the middle seat, and the way Dad kept catching her gaze in the rearviewmirror, the family was taken aback as well.Then again, maybe it was the whispering that was catching their attention."I am just saying," hissed Tomas into Marcy's ear, tickling, "your sister seems to be the kind of womanwho notices people."He paused to grin forward at Sharona
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