Alien in the House

raining.”
    “Raj wants us to keep Len and Kyle with us, so limo sounds like the right choice.”
    “Wouldn’t want the jocks to miss any of the fun,” Jeff said, sarcasm knob only at around a six.
    “I’ll meet you two in the garage, then.”
    “Remember we’re stopping to see Malcolm first.”
    “Fine. Don’t take too long having sex,” Reader said as he headed for the door. “Or I’ll make you hoof it.”
    Jeff grinned as the door closed. “I’ll take that risk.”
    I loved showering with Jeff. Since becoming parents, our showers together had been more infrequent, because amazing soundproofing in the Embassy or no, bathrooms really helped get a reverberating echo going and I’d woken Jamie up a couple of times.
    But with her still safely at the Pontifex’s Residence, we had free run.
    Jeff and I were definitely on the same wavelength. We got out of our nightclothes as fast as possible and were in the shower in record time.
    The shower was limiting in terms of positions, but Jeff having me up against a wall with my legs around his waist was, as had been proven many times since we’d first met and again last night, one of my all-time favorites.
    In deference to Reader and the others waiting for us and the busy day ahead, we only did it a couple times, with me howling like a happy cat in heat. A couple times with Jeff, of course, didn’t mean just a couple orgasms. I was a very satisfied girl by the time we actually cleaned up and dried off.
    Jeff finished up in the bathroom and zipped out while I used the blow dryer. Most days I didn’t bother, but since it was wet outside, there was no sense in courting a cold, or worse, so I put forth the effort.
    Jeff was tying his tie when, hair dried, I went to the closet. The Elves had a nice white dress waiting for me. It did have slits up both sides, so apparently the Elves felt I should look sophisticated yet sexy today. Doubted this was the standard look for the Representatives’ Wives Club, but apparently we did it differently at American Centaurion.
    Sadly, this meant I had to wear heels. The Elves had left a black pair sitting under the dress. Wearing heels in the rain was not my favorite thing to do, but such was life in a place with actual weather. Still wasn’t a big fan of weather, but kept that to myself.
    Today I also had a trench coat with a hood hanging up. Clearly it wasn’t cold enough for my long winter coat with the fur-lined hood, which was a pity, because I really loved that coat. I also wasn’t sure that the Elves were right about the weather, but perhaps we had some rule about always wearing a trench in the rain. Decided not to ask lest Jeff again point out that I didn’t remember the important things.
    Jeff had left his trench and fedora in the closet. I brought them out with me. He shook his head. “It’s not raining that badly and we’re driving over.”
    “You’re going to be sworn in. Let’s keep you dry. Put the hat and coat on now.”
    He grinned and gave me a quick kiss. “No. People are waiting for us. But, I’ll make you happy and wear them when we go out, okay?”
    “Super.” Maybe, even within all the intrigue that was going on, we could fit in a quickie somewhere along the way.
    Jeff laughed as I grabbed my purse and coat. “Glad to see you’re still focused on the priorities, baby.”



CHAPTER 49
    A S I’D SAID, we went to the infirmary first. Tito and Nurse Carter looked exhausted and worried.
    “No change,” Tito shared morosely. “I wanted to move him to Dulce, but they said they don’t know what’s going on with him, either, and feel it’s safer if he’s not moved, just in case.”
    “Is he in a coma?”
    “No, his reactions aren’t coma-like. It’s more like he’s in the deepest sleep possible. But nothing we do rouses him. I’m not sure if I should have him under quarantine,” Tito said as he led us to where Buchanan was, for lack of a better word, sleeping.
    The Embassy infirmary was nice. Not as complex as the hospital section of the Science Center, but impressive for an in-house medical facility. Under most circumstances, it was perfect for our needs, because under most circumstances, if we had a truly bad medical situation, we took the patient to Dulce. Sadly, the current circumstances were ensuring that our infirmary, like the rest of us, was falling a little short.
    Buchanan was in a room that Tito could indeed quarantine if needed. It was modeled after many of the hospital