David glanced across the short width of his gray sports car as he slowed at a crossing. The sun glinted on his long black hair, which was pulled back in a casual clip, making him look good. “You should wear a business suit more often,” he said, his low voice mixing with the sound of fighting sparrows. We were out in the suburbs, and traffic was light. “You look nice.”

“Thank you.” I tugged the blah-brown skirt down over my knees. I had on nylons, and they felt icky. My flat-black, no-heel shoes didn’t do anything for me either. And the purse that went with this outfit was so not me. At least my splat gun fit in it. David had insisted I look the part if I was coming with him. If he had made me dye my hair and put on brown contacts, I would have thought he was embarrassed to be seen with me.

“It’s not the dress,” Jenks chimed in, yawning. “She’s got a new boyfriend.”

I looked askance at him. “Marshal? I don’t think so. He bugged out pretty fast yesterday.”

Laughing, Jenks darted to David’s steering wheel and landed there. “Sure, he’s gone now, but he’ll be back. Not looking for a girlfriend, my dragonfly’s little green turds. That’s the oldest line in the book, Rache. Take a smart pill once in a while, huh?”

We had had fun yesterday, until Trent showed up, but I wasn’t sure if I wanted Marshal to call. I mean, I knew what was going to happen if he hung around, and I didn’t want to go through that crap again. “He’s coming off a psycho girlfriend,” I said, remembering the soft look in his eyes when he had spun me into him. “The last thing he wants is another.”

“That’s what I’m saying!” Jenks threw his arms up in frustration. “He’s just like you, going from one relationship to another to keep from getting bored, and you are going to get so burned on this one that you’re going to need skin grafts.”

I made an ugly face at him, but he only laughed. David was eyeing Jenks to get him to continue, and the pixy was more than happy to oblige. “You’ve got to meet this guy,” he said, hands on his hips and his wings going full tilt as he walked along the steering wheel when David turned it. He was in the sun now, and his wings glittered. “A normal relationship isn’t enough for him, and he’s got this white-knight complex on top of that, which Rachel fed when we asked for his help up in Mackinaw. I hope he gets smart faster than her, or he’s going to be in a world of hurt. Probably find himself turned into a rat or something.”