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Authors: Ann Macela

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“Among practitioners, we have an aspect to our lives, an essential condition, a necessity, a need, a compulsion—hell, I don’t know what all it is—but it’s called the ‘soul-mate imperative.’ According to this idea, every practitioner has a soul mate and will find that person. Our definition of a soul mate is not much different from the nonpractitioner world. Soul mates get along with each other very well, have similar opinions, likes, dislikes, interests. They’re attracted to each other—sexually. Like you and I are, Francie.”
She looked more alarmed at his last statements, but he had no choice now but to keep going. “The imperative is both an event—soul mates finding each other—and an ancient force that brings the two together. It lets you know who your soul mate is and makes sure you come to each other.
“In the practitioner concept, when you find your soul mate, what you feel is more powerful than the attraction nonpractitioners have. The desire, the need for the mate, is irresistible. I think you already know what I mean. When we’ve kissed, it’s been all I could do to stop, Francie. I can’t get enough of you. I think you haven’t wanted to stop, either. But I knew I had to, because you need to understand about the imperative and what it means
before
we make love.”
Unable to tolerate the distance between them any longer, he moved around the coffee table to kneel in front of her. He put his hands on hers that were fisted together in her lap. Her fingers were cold, and he rubbed them to warm them up. She glanced at their joined hands and then brought her eyes up to meet his, but he couldn’t read her thoughts.
It didn’t matter. He was almost finished. They’d be in each other’s arms in just a minute.
“What it means,” he continued, his voice raspy with the effort it was taking to say the words, “is that the two soul mates are bound together, and the bond grows stronger and stronger over time. The binding is both activated and consummated the first time they make love. Then they’re with each other forever.”
She frowned, even harder than before, and he hastened to reassure her. “I know you’re going to say you’re not a practitioner, but neither is Daria’s husband. Practitioner or not doesn’t matter. If one of the pair is, then all the soulmate rules apply. It’s a lifetime commitment, Francie.
“Once the imperative has identified two soul mates, it brings them together, somehow. I have no idea how. The SMI is alive. You can feel it working, right at the end of your breastbone, right where a practitioner’s magic center is. It itches, right?”
Her brown eyes went wide at his question, and she looked down at herself, then back at him. “It’s not a bug bite?”
“No, and it’s not an ulcer, although it can feel like both. If it doesn’t get its way, it can make your life miserable until you give in. Daria and Bent tried to fight, but the imperative had its way. Now they’re happier than they ever imagined they’d be. We can be the same way.” He gave her hands an encouraging squeeze. She just stared at him. Time for his big finish.
“I’ll admit the idea knocked me on my ass at first, just like it’s probably doing to you right now. I’ve been thinking about you and me for days. I finally realized I don’t want to fight the imperative. All I could do was tell you what was happening to us. I want you so badly, Francie.” He brought her fists up to his lips and kissed her knuckles. “What do you think of all this, darlin’? Will you be my soul mate?”
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
 
Silence. They stared at each other.
As she looked at Clay, right into his eyes where his pupils had darkened to leave only a rim of silver, Francie felt like the earth had just tilted on its axis. She had sat there, listening to him talk about magic, about people called practitioners, about using spells to do your job, and finally about soul mates, but not just ordinary soul mates. Oh, no, these soul mates were destined for each other, preordained by some mystical, magical “imperative” that left them no choice—no choice but what? To have sex?
He actually thought she would swallow this tale—hook, line, and sinker?
Magic? Practitioners? Soul mates? Some mysterious force called the “ imperative”?
Did he take her for a fool? This was the biggest bunch of hooey she’d ever heard. All this buildup to what? Fantasy land? What was he trying to pull? She didn’t get angry very often, but when she did . . . She felt her temper blow sky high.
She stood up abruptly, forcing him back on his heels, and snatched her hands out of his before he could tighten his grip. She whirled around behind the chair to create a barrier between them. The increased space did nothing to calm her down.
“Magic? Spells? Soul mates? You honestly expect me to believe all this?” She had to struggle to keep the shrillness out of her voice. “I have never heard of such a thing. Magic? Get real! Witches and warlocks? Puh-lease! Where’s your magic wand and your wizard robe? Who do you think you are? Harry Potter? Gandalf ?”
She glared and tried for a more reasonable tone, but her next words came out sounding like disdainful ridicule to her. “Clay, you’ve been playing too many
Dungeons and Dragons
or computer games.”
After this response, he sat back on his heels and looked at her like
she
was crazy. Well, what did he expect of her?
She waved a hand at the whole idea. “Magic, spells, and all that, does not exist in the real world. Oh, it’s fun to pretend, but what you’re telling me isn’t true!”
She gripped the tall back of the chair to ground herself and took a deep breath. She had to apply reason to this fantastic tale. “I’ve always prided myself on having a clear view of reality, of how the world works. Now you tell me there are people who cast spells to do their work? You honestly expect me to believe that? Spells to cook? To do accounting? To make toilets flush? You truly believe you cast spells on your computer? This is the most bizarre thing I’ve ever heard.”
Clay rose to his feet and spoke slowly and distinctly. “Magic does exist. It’s not make-believe. It’s true.” He stretched a hand toward the stairs. “Come upstairs to the computer, and let me show you.”
He was talking to her like she was a child or mentally deficient, and she didn’t like it. What had happened to his treating her like an equal?
“No,” she answered. “I don’t want any demonstrations. I know your programming capabilities. You could have rigged that computer to do anything you wanted it to do.”
“All right,” he answered, still in his infuriatingly reasonable tone, “we’ll go to your place.”
“No, not at my place, either. You’ve been on my machine. Who knows what you might have done there or uploaded from Brazos when you were tracking Kevin?” She leaned over the back of the chair toward him. “Why are you doing this, Clay? How can you claim with a straight face you can do magic?”
He put his hands on his hips and gave her a determined look. “Because you’re my soul mate.”
She opened her mouth to answer, but he held up a hand. “As to the magic . . .” He snapped his fingers.
A glowing ball of light appeared right in front of her nose. It was blue, and it crackled faintly.
Francie jumped and felt her eyes cross as she looked at the object. Rearing back, she swatted at the globe. It moved out of her reach before she could touch it, and when Clay snapped his fingers again, it vanished.
She glared at him. “You can’t fool me with some old illusion. You’re just an ordinary magician, that’s all, no different from Blackstone or David Copperfield or one of those guys who plays Vegas. For all I know, you’ve got some lasers rigged for a hologram.” She swiftly searched the corners of the room, but saw nothing to back up her accusation. Well, no matter.
She crossed her arms in front of her. “Magic. Puh-lease.” Then her brain latched onto something else he had said. “Wait a minute. Are you telling me that in our first meeting your sister put a spell on me to see if I was telling the truth?”
Clay waved both hands in the negating gesture he had. “No, that isn’t what I said. Daria can’t put one
on you
, just on herself, and then you see her as she wants you to.” He put his hands back on his hips. “Because of her, we
knew
you were telling the truth, you weren’t part of Brenner’s scheme. Sure, we would have found it out eventually, but this way we cut right to the crux of the situation.”
“Didn’t Herb at least trust me?” A sharp iciness ran down her spine as she realized that if her boss hadn’t believed she was innocent, then Kevin might have truly succeeded in framing her.
“Yeah, he did.
I
was the skeptical one. Lay it on
me
if you’re looking for someone to blame. But I didn’t know you then. I do now.”
Francie almost slumped in relief, but his next words stiffened her backbone.
“Look, you can’t have it both ways, first magic doesn’t exist, then Daria cast a spell on you. Now which is it?” His expression was changing from earnestness to triumph.
She wasn’t ready to concede anything at this point. She knew she wasn’t being exactly rational, and she couldn’t seem to get her mind to stop whirling and start concentrating in a straight line. Her stomach aching again didn’t help, either. Her thoughts veered off on another tangent, and rather than answer his question, she went with them.
“What about this soul-mate rigmarole? Ancient force, imperative?” she asked. “Are you making up all this fantasy just to get me in bed? That’s laughable! What is it with good-looking men? You seem to think women will believe everything you tell them. I thought I’d learned my lesson with Walt.”
Clay looked thoroughly perplexed by her change of subject. “Walt?” he exclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air. “Hell, who’s
he
? What’s he got to do with
us
? The soul-mate imperative is not ‘rigmarole.’ It’s very real. I know you’ve been itching and hurting. Can’t you feel it, Francie? Can’t you feel the attraction between us?” He held out his hands and took a step toward her.
She countered with a step to keep the chair between them. “Such a thing doesn’t exist, either,” she answered. “This is all just a ploy to have sex. Sure, I’m attracted to you. That’s just hormones. I haven’t been with anyone in years—”
“Years!”
“—and it’s just my body complaining or my biological clock or something.” She shook her head. “And for me to be thinking just this morning I was coming to like you, we were getting along so well, you were all right, we might have a future. Then you pull this, this ‘tale’ out of thin air. God, I can’t believe what a fool I’ve been.”
She pointed her finger at him. “You’ve got sex on the brain, Clay. And when I told you this phony, fictitious ‘relationship’ was just business, all I did was arouse your predatory instincts, didn’t I? Activated the hunt. You want something you couldn’t have,
me
, so you make up this convenient, cockamamie story about how we’re ‘fated’ to be together because of some magic-practitioner nonsense, just to get me in bed. Expect me to fall into your arms. Have you used this line much in the past? Does this story really work for you?”
He opened his mouth to reply, but she kept talking. She was on a roll and couldn’t seem to stop her thoughts and fears from tumbling out. At least she was too angry to cry. Cry, hah! She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. “And what will happen after that? You’ll betray me or leave me. I’ll be stuck again picking up the pieces. It’s all just a game with you, isn’t it? Well, I for one am not going to play it, not this time.
“
I’m
leaving. Don’t call me, don’t come around. You got what you want. You have Kevin in your sights. You don’t need me anymore. Don’t worry, I’ll keep your secret. I wouldn’t want it to get around that Brazos had hired a crazy consultant.”
She whipped around the couch, grabbed her purse, and ran out the door.
Clay stood there stunned for a couple of seconds. What had just happened? What was wrong with the woman? Where had she gone? Oh, shit! She had walked out on him! He practically vaulted over the furniture and shot out the door she had left open in her haste. “Francie!”
She had climbed into her car and was starting the engine. He ran to the passenger door and pulled the handle, but it was locked. “Francie!” he yelled again as he beat on the window.
She paid no attention to him, just put the car into gear and hit the gas before he could get a grip on the handle or the outside mirror. He watched her drive off and turn at the corner.
“Damn!” Clay ran back into the house, closed and locked the front door, and headed out the back for his own car. She had to be going home. When he reached her apartment complex, the first thing he did was check her parking slot. Her car was there. He ran up to her door and rang the bell.
Nothing happened. Not a peep issued from the interior.
“Francie!” He rang the bell again and pounded on the door. “I know you’re in there. We’re not finished. We need to talk this through.” He pounded some more. “Francie, answer me!”
The door swung open. Francie stood in the entrance with her hands braced, one on the door, the other on the jamb. Clearly, if he wanted in, he’d have to move her out of the way physically.

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