Alien Tango

reality.” Reader said. “Few hours’ drive or a quick flight to get from Cape Canaveral to Miami.”
    “Or Orlando,” Kevin offered. “Could have gone in and out of there, too.”
    “Fabulous.”
    I felt a tug on my arm. Oh, hell, I’d forgotten Kimmie was right there. “Will you bring Uncle Jeff back soon?”
    “What?”
    “I know you’re all leaving. Will you bring him and Uncle Christopher back soon?” She seemed preternaturally calm.
    “I implanted blocks,” Martini whispered. “She can’t feel anything but top layer emotions and even those are muted.”
    “I’ll do my best,” I told her.
    Kimmie nodded. “Good. We miss them. Grandma cries about it a lot.”
    Oh, really? I shot a look at Lucinda; she was trying to pretend she hadn’t heard this exchange. Maybe she hadn’t, but like all small children, Kimmie wasn’t clear on the concept of Inside Voice. I had to figure most of the room had heard her.
    Families were weird. It seemed logical to me that if Lucinda wanted her son and nephew around, she’d make them feel they were wanted. I’d only been in their house a short while, but it was pretty clear Martini hadn’t exaggerated anything.
    “Well, they miss you, too.” I figured this wasn’t a lie. Martini and Christopher probably did miss the kids.
    “We have to go,” Martini said, in his Commander voice, happily moving the conversation off uncomfortable family things. “Alpha and Airborne, move out. Michael, Brian, we need you, too.”
    Everyone got up, said thanks, and we headed to the entry room. “Where are we going?”
    “The hotel’s secured, so we’ll go there. If we’re lucky, we can sleep at least a couple of hours.” Martini gave me a wide smile. “Or at least relax.”
    “I like how you think.”

CHAPTER 52
    SECURED HOTEL MEANT HOTEL WITH a gate in alien-speak. This was a relief—the last thing I wanted to do was put more time between me and a bed or Martini and a shower. Or, preferably, me and Martini in a shower and then in the bed.
    Alfred had taken care of everything, so we just walked to the front desk, got room keys, and headed off. We were all on the top floor, but the hotel was only four stories, so we weren’t looking to have much of a view.
    Rooms were nice, all suites, so we had a living room/ office/kitchenette, large bathroom, and private bedroom. Martini did a quick security check, pronounced the room bug-free in all ways, and we raced to see who could get out of our pretty much awful clothing fastest. Stuffed the clothes in the plastic laundry bag provided and got into the shower.
    He insisted he felt fine after having had a meal, and I checked him out carefully. He looked healed and better than fine. We were finally alone, and my sex drive said “what the hell.”
    Martini was a pro at mind-blowing sex in any kind of location, and we were both pros by now at doing it in the shower. In deference to the alligators and the swamp, we cleaned off first, then Martini proceeded to remind me why it was great to be his woman.
    We were in the middle of my third orgasm when we both heard my phone ringing. “You think we should get that?” He paused to make sure I heard him. I was impressed we could hear the phone over my howls, but I chose not to mention it.
    “If it’s important, they’ll leave a message.” I tightened my legs around him to give him the none-too-subtle hint that I wasn’t happy about the pause.
    “Your phone’s been kind of emergency central.”
    “Jeff, do I look like I care right now?” I was still squeezing and thrusting.
    He grinned. “No. You look totally sexy.” He kissed me and continued doing what I wanted. He made up for the interruption in fine form.
    Finally out of the shower and dried off, we both fell into bed. My phone was beeping to let me know I’d missed a call. I checked the number. “So glad we didn’t interrupt for this.” No voicemail message, so I called back.
    “Hello?”
    “Serene! How goes it for my favorite romantically obsessed lunatic?” I rolled and draped myself onto Martini. He stroked my hair and back while I nuzzled his chest.
    “What have you done with Helen?” She sounded mad and freaked, but she wasn’t screaming.
    “Who’s Helen?” I looked at Martini. He shrugged and shook his head. “Not ringing a bell.”
    “She’s my friend. What did you do to her?”
    I was tired, but great sex really did a lot for my mental abilities. “Oh, you mean the gal who found my cell