'Because of what happened last year?'
'Because you used me, damn it. I know you faked your marriage agency registration papers. Or maybe you even went so far as to bribe my counselor at Affinity Associates.'
'You can't prove that.'
'That doesn't mean I don't know it's the truth.'
'What makes you so sure?' he demanded.
'Because there's no way you and I could have ever been matched.' She gave him a triumphant smile. 'We don't have a single thing in common.'
'Ah, now I understand what this is all about.' Preston gave her a compassionate look. 'You're jealous. You want me back.'
'Are you crazy?' She broke off as she caught sight of Rafe coming toward her. Something about his long, gliding pace made her uneasy. She did not need to be any closer to him to feel the energy emanating from him. He was in a dangerous mood. She wondered if her father had grilled him.
Preston turned slightly to follow her gaze. His expression cleared. 'Say, that's your friend Stonebraker, isn't it?'
The hastily concealed eagerness in his face answered one question, Orchid thought. Now she knew why Preston had sought her out this afternoon. He had wanted to get to Rafe. In his customary fashion, he had used her to accomplish his goal.
'I don't believe we've met.' Preston put out his hand as Rafe came to a halt. 'I'm Dr. Preston Luce. Associate professor in the department of synergistic studies here at the institute. I understand you're a friend of Orchid's.'
Orchid felt more energy zap across the psychic plane, A jolt of high-powered charisma-talent hummed briefly in the atmosphere.
Preston's smile suddenly sparkled with enough warmth and charm to light up a dark room. Orchid noticed that Rafe seemed completely unaffected. Maybe strat-talent conferred some kind of immunity to charisma, she thought. After all, a hunter could not afford to be charmed by his prey.
'You wouldn't, by any chance be related to the Stonebrakers of Stonebraker Shipping, would you?' Preston asked ingenuously.
'Funny you should ask,' Rafe said.
Orchid was alarmed by the low, baiting drawl of his voice. But before she could react, she sensed the stirring
of another strong talent on the metaphysical plane. Strat-talent this time.
'Oh, dear,' she murmured.
Power shimmered, invisible and dangerous, in the air.
Preston frowned. Then he blinked and froze for an instant, a moose-deer caught in the headlights.
Orchid knew the feeling. She swiftly ditched her own simple plans for revenge. It was one thing to arrange for Preston to fall into a reflecting pool. That sort of thing could be passed off as an accident. A full-scale brawl in the middle of Veronica's wedding, on the other hand, was another matter altogether. Her parents would never forgive her.
She moved quickly to head off disaster. She planted one slender heel squarely on the toe of Rafe's black leather shoe.
'Rafe's grandfather is the current president and C.E.O. of Stonebraker Shipping,' she said glibly. 'Isn't that right, Rafe?'
'Yes.' Rafe cut off the small Shockwaves of talent he had been projecting and eased his toe out from under Orchid's high heel. But he continued to gaze at Preston with the wistful expression of a hungry predator.
Preston blinked again, very rapidly, in apparent confusion. He shook his head and pulled himself together with a visible effort Orchid was almost certain that he did not realize what had happened.
He managed another suave smile. 'Your grandfather. Let's see, that would be Alfred G. Stonebraker, I believe.'
'He'll be stepping down in a couple of months,' Rafe said. 'I'll be taking control of the company.'
Preston's eyes widened ever so slightly. Then they immediately narrowed in speculation. 'Is that so?' 'Yes,' Rafe said. 'That's so.'
Orchid fixed Rafe with a determined look. 'Time to mingle.'
'You run along,' Rafe said. 'I'll join you in a minute. I want to have a little chat with Dr. Luce.'
Orchid closed her eyes. Things were out of control. 'Uh, Rafe, I don't know if that's such a good idea.'
'Stonebraker's right,' Preston said cheerfully. 'Why don't you run along and let the two of us get to know each other.'
'You don't know what you're doing here, Preston,' Orchid warned.
'Of course I do.' He waved her off. 'Don't worry. I'll see you again before you leave.'
He was prey at the watering hole, Orchid thought. Blissfully unaware of the predator sneaking up on him in the bushes. In any other circumstances, she would have been more than happy to leave him to his fate. But this was Veronica's wedding.
She gave Rafe a stern look. 'No scenes. Think of the bride and groom.'
'No scenes,' he promised happily. 'Much too primitive.' He did not take his attention off Preston.
Orchid gave up. She turned away and hurried along the gravel path back toward the safety of the herd.
When she reached the main cluster of wedding guests she headed straight for the wine bar. She did not dare look back to see what was happening at the far end of the garden.
'What can I get for you, ma'am?' the waiter asked politely.
'A large glass of whatever is handy.'
The young man glanced back toward the section of the garden where she had been a few minutes earlier. He studied the tableau of Preston Luce talking with Rafe. An expression of sympathy crossed his face. 'Yes, ma'am.'
He reached for a bottle of expensive champagne, poured a glass, and set it down in front of her.
Orchid heard the collective gasp of astonishment from the crowd just as she started to take the first sip. She cringed. She could only hope that Veronica would someday forgive her. She took a long, fortifying swallow of champagne and braced herself.
Then with a sense of deep fatalism, she turned. Everyone was staring at the scene taking place at the reflecting pool.
Rafe stood at the water's edge. From Orchid's vantage point it was impossible to see the expression on his face, but his posture radiated mild concern and helpfulness.
Preston staggered to his feet in the center of the shallow pool. His white suit was drenched and stained with mud. He ignored the hand Rafe extended toward nun.
As Orchid and the others watched, Preston splashed across the pool in the opposite direction and climbed out on the other side. He scrambled awkwardly over the low rock wall that surrounded the garden and disappeared in the direction of the parking lot.
No one laughed. That would have been very un-meta-zen-syn. The assembled faculty and staff of the North Institute were much too sophisticated for such behavior. But no one seemed very dismayed by Preston's accident. In fact, the murmur of conversation that went through the crowd sounded suspiciously cheerful to Orchid.
She waited with a stoic sense of inevitability as Rafe walked back toward the crowd of onlookers. She saw him pause here and there to answer questions.
As he drew nearer, she could hear what he was saying.
'He slipped and fell. The stones near the edge of the pool are wet. Got to be careful . . .'
When he reached her she saw the look of gleaming satisfaction in his eyes. He reminded her of a wolf-hound returning from the hunt with a rabbit-mouse to lay at its master's feet. Rafe's tongue did not actually loll out of the side of his mouth, but she could tell that it was firmly wedged in his cheek.
She was tempted to pat him on the head.
The waiter handed him a glass of blue champagne without waiting to be asked.
Rafe accepted the offering with a surprised nod. 'Thanks.'
'My pleasure.' The waiter met his eyes. 'Least I could do in exchange for the pleasure of seeing Professor
