“Fine, so maybe I get a teenie weenie kick out of matching up people who are wrong for each other. And maybe occasionally I find it amusing to wait until they’ve had incredible sex and are beginning to bond before I rip them apart forever.” Sparkle nodded. “I suppose that happens once in a while.”

“See, it’s all about intent again.” She hoped Sparkle bought this explanation, because she was fresh out of bullshit. “You can still bring couples together as long as you’re doing it purely for their happiness.”

“I can’t tear them apart afterward?”

“No.”

“Bummer.” Then Sparkle smiled. “But that’s better than nothing.” Her smiled turned calculating. “I thought we’d take a few minutes to talk about Dacian.”

Uh-oh. Cinn knew where this was going. She glanced at her watch. “I don’t think we’ll have time. Dacian will be back soon, and Ganymede will be waiting for his treats.”

Sparkle wasn’t fooled. “I suppose I can let our chat go until tomorrow. After I get all my clothes back, we’ll stop somewhere for dinner and discuss sex and hot men.”

“I suppose so.” Lord, please let something happen so I don’t have to talk about Dacian with Sparkle.

Whatever Sparkle intended to say next didn’t get said because Dacian pounded on the door. Well, Cinn supposed it was Dacian. Who else would be that eager to enter Sparkle’s lair?

Sparkle heaved a huge sigh, rose, and swayed over to the door.

Cinn wondered if Sparkle would teach her how to walk like that. Not that she wanted to turn into a Sparkle clone, but a sexy walk couldn’t be construed as abandoning her principles.

As soon as Sparkle opened the door, Dacian stepped inside. He immediately looked for Cinn, and she could see the relief in his eyes when he found her. That made her feel good. She wasn’t going to lie about it.

“Let’s get those treats so we can give them to Ganymede and get you back to your room for a while.” He sent a pointed stare Sparkle’s way.

Sparkle didn’t give in gracefully. “Will you tattle if I mix vinegar in with Mede’s ice cream?” She smiled. “He won’t realize those little crystals on top of his sugar cookies are salt, not sugar, until it’s too late.”

Cinn wanted out of there. “Yes, I’ll definitely tell him. Now can we get the stuff and leave?”

A short time later, both Dacian and she walked into the greenhouse with arms loaded.

Just in time to see one of Teddy’s lethal arms go whizzing across the room. It missed Vince and stuck in a wood panel behind him. Vince’s vine reached out, wrapped around his nearest neighbor’s pot, and proceeded to drag himself out of the line of fire.