Jumpy, recently."Zach kept his face impassive with an effort. "It's just, you know, the wedding. We've all been jumpy, recently."Christa gave a rueful...laugh. "Yeah, no kidding. Well, at least we get to relax now. A nice, sunny week at a four-star hotel with nothing on our minds."Nothing on your mind, maybe.The reception dinner was plagued by the traditional delays—servitors tripping over each other, the wrong foods ready at the wrong times, the DJ's equipment throwing sparks and almost catching. "I'm not sure that I could keep you both satisfied on my own. We might be better to meet up in Clifton, so I can call on reinforcements if I need to!" Don't be so sure! You might get Adrian to help you, but then Sheila will want her share of you as well. You're not going to be that much better off!" I will! Two into one is 50%, and three into two is 66%, so I'll get nearly a third more sleep than I would otherwise!" Oh, you scientists! Life's not all about statistics, you know! You can cuddle. "Step out of the car now."It wasn't a request and my heart tried to stop as I stared at him for a second and then nodded quickly."Yes sir." I opened the door and I wasn't going to ask a single question. I wouldn't give him any excuse to hurt or arrest me.I followed him to the back of my car, standing on the shoulder of the road and traffic was light anyway."Are you Daniel Richardson, black, age sixteen, male, and in the proper custody of Mr. H.L. Reiser of Memphis, Tennessee?" The policeman. She isn’t. But she’s had a couple of bad experiences with her last boyfriend. Her only boyfriend actually. She’ll kill me for saying this, but I think that’s part of the reason she put her name down in the first place.”“Eh? That doesn’t make sense.”“Of course it does. Look, she’s never been done properly, right? Then there’s this guy, who she quite likes anyway, who apparently is some kind of super-stud who’s guaranteed to make sure the girls he’s with are done good and proper. And all she has.