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Playing it by ear usually just meant that we’d spontaneously find a new
store to check out or eat at a favorite place, people-watching all the way.
Natalie got two guys’ phone numbers before we even boarded the T. I knew she
wouldn’t ever call them because she liked keeping tally more than actually
dating.
“Your turn next,” Laurie announced after getting one herself.
“I don’t need phone numbers. I’ve got Nick.”
“And we’re very happy for you,” Natalie said impatiently, “but flirting
muscles can atrophy.”
“Two-timing isn’t my style,” I retorted.
“This isn’t even that,” Natalie insisted. “No physical contact
necessary.”
“Or encouraged,” Laurie added helpfully. “That’s the lazy girl’s way to
a man’s heart.”
“Whoa.” I held up a hand. “Now you’re just fighting dirty.”
“You’re stalling,” she shot back. “Get moving.”
Nick would probably laugh at the guys I chose, but it would be fun to
give it a shot and it would shut them both up.
“Nick won’t find out,” Natalie reconsidered. “It’s just a number, not a
fling.”
“I’m not the type to have flings,” I pointed out.
“You’re not over the hill yet, and neither is green sweatshirt at six
o’clock,” Laurie answered. “Go for it.”
Green sweatshirt guy had dark hair and a cute enough backside for me to
look forward to a front view.
“Go, fight, win,” Natalie added before shoving me in his direction.
He wasn’t facing my way, so he didn’t see me stumble like a nervous
freshman. By the time I was ready to approach, I’d found my footing and was now
a casual passerby. He got bonus points for not having earphones plugged in and
reading a book. Since I wasn’t Aislin, I couldn’t use Twain as an icebreaker.
That narrowed my range of pickup lines, but they were all good ones.
He turned to check the route of an incoming train and looked
bewilderingly like I’d just made his weekend. “Hey,” he said. “I thought you
were booked today.”
I suddenly forgot every clever thing I had planned to say. “I’m sorry,”
I blurted out. “Did I reject you before?”
“Not really,” he said with a laugh. “You do remember our last
conversation, right?”
“Honestly, no,” I said. I might have seen him before, but nothing about
him was familiar. “Your name starts with a D?”
“N,” he corrected, his smile going a little wooden. “Well, this is
humiliating.”
That went for the both of us. He looked a little like one of our
football players, but . . .
And then my brain caught up. “N?” I asked quickly. “As in
Nathaniel?”
“I knew we’d get there eventually,” he said, looking slightly less
crestfallen. “Does that mean you’re not going to dinner with me?”
“Nate from Michigan, the future physical therapist . . .” It was time to
let an explanation fix things. “My sister has told me so much about you.”
Color flooded back into his face and I couldn’t tell if he was blushing
or just relieved that he had made a lasting impression. “Your sister,” he
echoed.
I dug into my purse and whipped out my real license. I held it up for
comparison so he could see I wasn’t bluffing, and then handed it over for
closer inspection.
“I’m Maeve,” I explained, “and you’re Aislin’s favorite person on
campus.”
His red face was now definitely caused by a blush. “Aislin didn’t
mention her sister was a dead ringer,” he admitted.
“I promise I’m not crazy. We just haven’t been introduced.”
He passed the license back, turning the handoff into a handshake. “I’m
Nate,” he said. “Some crazy is good.”
I wondered if he’d feel the same if he ran into my sister before she’d
washed leaves and twigs from her hair.
“I’m glad you know that,” I said, letting go of his perfectly nice hand.
“It’s nice to meet you.”
“You too,” he commented. “So, what were you actually doing over here?”
“Trying to get your number,” I admitted with genuine embarrassment.
When soul-eating demons overrun his world, Kaelis, a young seraph warrior, uses the Queen’s ring to open a portal in space and flee with the infant heir to the throne, landing on earth. Unbeknownst to him, the demon leader, Nsark, follows through the portal, determined to devour the soul of every last seraph, especially the Queen’s heir. After Kaelis hides the baby, Nsark creates the ultimate weapon by fathering a half-human, half-demon: a soul-stealer’s child. 
