Warriors of Poseidon 03 - Atlantis Unleashed

away, and transformed into sparkling mist. Her eyes widened in wonder. She‟d never get over the awe of seeing him do that, if she saw it a million times. It was so magical and beautiful that it literally took her breath away.
    In less than a minute, he was back, a miniature, iridescent rain cloud balancing a pile of clothes and her shoes somehow on the surface of his misty shape. He dropped the clothes into her arms, then shimmered back into his corporeal form. For a split second, he was surrounded by radiant light like a full-body halo, and she caught her breath at the almost spiritual glory of it.
    “What the hells is wrong with that man?” he grumbled, bringing her back down to earth with a thud.
    “What do you mean?”
    “They‟re still going at it,” he said in disgust.
    She laughed, covering her mouth so Maria and Alejandro wouldn‟t hear. “What‟s wrong with that?”
    “Nothing,” he snapped. “Get dressed.”
    She slipped his shirt over her head and handed it to him, then pulled on the loose white skirt and scalloped red blouse Maria had provided, trying to puzzle out why he was so annoyed.
    Suddenly, she blinked. “You‟re jealous?”
    “What? Don‟t be ridiculous! Jealous of what?” he growled.
    “That Alejandro has so much . . . stamina,” she suggested, barely able to keep a straight face.
    “You shouldn‟t let it bother you, honey. After all, you are a few hundred years older than he is. They say that‟s the first thing to go . . .”
    He narrowed his eyes. “You are not nearly as amusing as you believe yourself to be, woman.”
    She cracked up. “Oh, yes, I am. You should see the look on your face.”
    “I am not jealous of that human‟s stamina, or anything else!”
    The horrified denial on his face just made her laugh harder. When she could finally catch her breath, she let him off the hook. “You know, it probably took them quite a while to start „going at it‟ as you so elegantly put it. Maria said Alejandro had never looked at her as anything but a child before. I‟m sure that changed when he got an eyeful of her in those wet underthings.”
    “What?” he said blankly, his eyebrows drawing together. “What about her?”
    The snarky remark she‟d been ready to say died on her lips when she looked into his eyes and realized that he wasn‟t kidding. He really hadn‟t noticed. Beautiful, voluptuous Maria. He hadn‟t even looked at Maria, because every atom of his laser-like focus had been zeroed in on her.
    She threw her arms around his neck and pulled him down for a very passionate kiss. When they finally came up for air, he tilted his head.
    “Not that I‟m complaining in any way, but what was that for?”
    “For not noticing Maria,” she said, handing him back his T-shirt but regretting when he covered up his magnificent chest with the fabric. “You know, there should be a law that you have to walk around naked all the time.”
    Then she turned and started toward the village, humming.
    Behind her, Justice made a strangled choking noise and then followed her. “Women,” he muttered. “I‟ll never understand them.”
    Keely just smiled.
     
    Justice was content to follow Keely down the path, enjoying her strangely happy mood, though he had no idea what had caused it. Well, he knew what had caused part of it. He grinned, watching her lovely ass, wondering if she‟d go along with another detour before they reached the others.
    Probably not. He blew out a breath, weighing the pros and cons of simply grabbing her and speeding off to another isolated spot. Before he could talk himself into the result he wanted, he heard one of the men on patrol call out a greeting. Keely answered, and something about her lovely voice pronouncing the round vowels and liquid consonants of her fluent Spanish made him hard. He shifted in his pants. Maybe he could ask her to speak Spanish the next time they made love. He stopped dead when another thought struck him with the force of a tidal wave. By all the gods, when she learned Atlantean, he was doomed. He‟d be chasing her around all day long, every day of the week.
    “Justice,” she called back to him. “Are you coming? I‟m going to go check on Eleni.”
    He forced himself to put away thoughts of Keely whispering Atlantean endearments and shook his head. “Go ahead. I will take my turn on patrol.”
    She flashed a huge smile that nearly dazzled him with its warmth and headed toward the safe house, and another