Drawing my knees up, I rocked back and forth before the fire. “I don’t know. Someone smart, powerful, who doesn’t take crap from anyone. Who are you looking for?”

Trent raised a hand in protest, scooting an inch or two from me. “No, no, no. I’m not going to play this game.”

“Hey, you started it. Give. Just pretend we’re in camp.”

“Someone funny, capable, sexy.”

To balance out his strict life. “I didn’t bring looks into it. How like a man.”

Trent chuckled. “This is my list, not yours. Someone who won’t see lovers in the shadows when I’m late for an appointment. Someone who can break a schedule and a nail and not worry about it, but still look good in a dress and not be late for everything.”

I looked across the room, seeing nothing. “I want someone who will let me do my job without talking me out of it. Maybe give me a gun for my birthday once in a while.”

“Someone not afraid of the money, the press,” Trent said. “Someone who won’t get caught in the trap that money makes.”

“Someone who can do his own magic so he could survive the mess of my life,” I finished, getting depressed.

“You live in a church, I live in a prison.” Trent became silent.

“It would never work between us,” I said, thinking we had strayed onto dangerous ground.

From the cot, Al snorted in his sleep, mumbled about pie, and went silent.

“You’re great to work with, Rachel, but we have nothing in common.”

Reassured, I let go of my knees and stretched them out, palms on the warm hearth beside me. “That’s what I’m saying. You live in a big house, I live in a church.” And yet I am sitting in his little playhouse drinking wine.

“We don’t know any of the same people.”

I reached across him for the wine, stretching as I thought of the mayor, the demons, Rynn Cormel. “We don’t go in the same circles at all,” I said as I leaned back and took a swallow. But I had fit in at the casino boat and his parties.

“People would talk,” he said softly, and I set the empty bottle down. The firelight had turned his hair as red as mine. “Which is a shame. I like working closely with you. God, why is it so hard to tell you that? I compliment people all the time on their work ethics. Rachel, I like working with you. You’re fast and inventive, and not always looking for direction.”

This was going somewhere I wasn’t sure I liked. “Trent,” I started, glancing at the curtain when Al choked on his own spit and then began to snore again.