"But let's not make into something more." I frowned. "Did I say something wrong?" And which one of us was throwing around pet names and pinching botto...s? She patted my hand . "No, no. I just think maybe I gave you the wrong impression." She looked down at her feet, which were encased in those garish multicolored socks that girls seemed to think were so cute. "I've already found the closest thing to a life partner that our kind can really hope for. As have you. I know you'd like the two of us to. I saw her checking out the slipper, then the number of legs I had. Then her gaze met mine. An eyebrow - the right one - arched up in a silent question. I gazed steadily back. Perhaps the very edge of my mouth twitched slightly. She caught it, and she smiled. I felt that good feeling you get at the start of something. A kind of tingling. Slight tensioning of certain muscles, butterflies in the stomach. That sort of thing. Hillhead. My stop. We both rose at the same time. I held back, let her go. Hailey was more than a little interested in a repeat of the afternoon. She had decided that Phil was like a narcotic – only better. She was addicted to him but instead of “chasing the dragon” and never reaching the zenith of the first high, every minute with him seemed to get a little better.It was barely past dark when they got back to the hotel and boarded the elevator. Phil wrapped his arms around Hailey from behind and rested his chin on her shoulder. He could smell the coconut tang of her. I lucked up when I asked for Jane Slade’s apartment number, and the lady told me they had a Jane Slater, but no Jane Slade.”“What floor are we dealing with?”“Third floor. Is that a problem?”“None at all. As a matter of fact, I’ll take you with me - if you trust me.”“I trust you, Baby. I’ve given myself to you - heart, mind, body and soul. I know you’re not going to let me get hurt, and you’ll never endanger your favorite pair of breasts.”“I know that’s right. Since you trust me, would you like.