Rachel Caine - Gale Force

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Joe Bonamassa, for giving me Sloe Gin and the inspiration to do this thing.

Honey! I yelled. Get the phone, would you? It was ringing off the hook, and I was a little busy trying to put out a firea wildfire, actually, blazing across Alligator Alley along the coast of Florida. It had been burning for three long days, sending choking black smoke our way.

Never off duty, that was me. Joanne Baldwin: Weather Warden by first choiceif a world-ending storm blew up without notice, I was the go-to girl. My secondary abilityand second choicewas to act as a Fire Warden, which was what was occupying me at the moment. Being an Earth Warden, helping living things heal and grow, and controlling things such as earthquakes and volcanoes, was also something I could do, though not nearly as reliably or as well. As far as being comfortable with the abilities, having Earth powers was still a distant, weird, cautious third.

I stood on the balcony of my apartment building, my eyes stinging from the whipping wind and drifting smoke, and worked magic. It didnt look like I was doing much of anything. Truthfully, I probably could have gone inside, picked up the phone, and talked to whatever cold-calling telemarketer was on the other end . . . but I was feeling frustrated, and I needed to do something positive, so I was concentrating, from a distance of several miles away, on rendering burnable underbrush less burnable. These changes would have to be undone later, for safety, but they made dandy firebreaks in the meantime.

Of course, I was interfering with Fire Wardens and Weather Wardens who were already doing their assigned jobs. Well, that was why I was the boss, right? That was what bosses didinterfere. (My bosses always had, anyway, although come to think of it, I hadnt liked it much when Id been on the sticky end of the problem.)

The phone quit ringing. Good, I thought. Maybe theyd just given up.

The glass door behind me rumbled open on its track. I didnt turn away from the railing until a mans hand dangled the phone over my shoulder. I looked at the phone delivery service, eyebrows raised in silent question; David just raised his own in response.

David was always fantastic on the eyes, but he was especially great just now, at sunset, when the red sky picked up bronze tints in his skin and highlighted supernatural sparks in his eyes. Oh, his eyescurrently the rich, dark color of old pennieswere taking on a brighter hue as I watched, because although David was currently wearing human form, and liked to wear it a lot, at a DNA level he was something completely different. We call them Djinn, because the old tales of those supernatural creatures able to do humans dirty work were somewhat true.

Of course, these tales were also a whole lot not true, as I continued to learn every day.

David was only half dressed, in a pair of worn blue jeans riding low on his hips. There was a lot of tempting gold-dusted skin on display, and so much to admire, from broad shoulders to abs that would make a Greek statue cry with envy.

He usually had a shirt on, but then, David was actuallymore modest than I was. At least, in public. In private . . . well. Lets just say that when David played at being human, he brought his A game.

David waggled the phone again, significantly. I blinked and took it, thinking that the last thing in the world I wanted just now was to get distracted from enjoying the view. Hello?

I wasnt prepared for the volumeor the tirade that erupted out of the phone. Joanne, would you please butt out already? Jeez, woman, we can save the world without you! Just go relax! Do you even own a dictionary? Vacation! Look it up!

The voice on the other end was Paul Giancarlo, one of the most powerful element-controlling Wardens in the country. He happened to specialize in weather work; he was also one of my oldest surviving friends. The tone was a strongly Jersey-accented bellow, barely contained by the phones speaker. I held the phone farther from my ear. Oh, hey, Paul, I said. So. Hows that fire going?

The fire is going fine, and you need to quit screwing around. You are not on duty. I have coverage on the damn fire, and you need to stop

Helping? Thought you needed it. Because three days is kind of a long time to be breathing smoke

Kid. Stop already. Were on top of it!

I doubted that. Let me talk to Lewis. Lewis Levander Orwell, my old college buddy and part-time crush, was the only guy in the entire Wardens organization who still had the right to tell me what to do, a fact that made me a little smug andyes, I could admit ita little insufferable.

Lewis doesnt want to talk to you. Lewis wants me to tell you to butt out. Get it? Youre on vacation. Vacate already.

Before I could fire back, Paul hung up on me. I stared at the phone, surprised and a little wounded.

David took it from my fingers, put it on the patio table behind me, and said, I assume he told you that you arent needed right now. No, actually I dont assume that. I overheard.

Eavesdropper.

People three doors down heard it, he said. It wasnt a great feat of supernatural detection.

I glared at him for a second, but honestly, I couldnt stay angry at David, especially when he gave me that look.

But I glanced toward the fire again anyway, and I heard him sigh. Jo. Let go. I know how hard it is for you, but you need to let other people handle their jobs. Thats why they have them.

Three days! I said, pointing an accusatory finger toward the smoke. Come on, you dont think they could have been a little more aggressive about it?

You know as well as I do that sometimes managing how a fire burns is more important than putting it out, he said all too reasonably, and stepped between me and my view of the conflagration. Not that he wasnt, you know, burning hot himself. Because he definitely was, and I felt myself inevitably getting distracted.

Stop that, I said, not with a lot of strength.

Stop what? He reached for my hands, and I shivered as a breeze moved across my back, which was left mostly bare by my sky blue halter top. Florida had been kind to me, for a change, with lots of sun, lots of untroubled, cloud-free beaches. It was as if the Wardens themselves had conspired to make my vacation uneventful, at least on the weather front, until this fire thing had popped up.

And that had been okay for the first couple days. And then it had just kept on coming. I know it sounds crazy, but Id gotten a little bit too rested.

Not that David couldnt make that haunting feeling of uselessness go away; he was promising to, just with the gentle pressure of his fingers moving up my bare arms.

Stop making me want you, I said. That got the eyebrows again, and a slightly wounded frown.

Making you?

You know what I mean.

No, I dont, actually. You think Im manipulating you?