Boiling Point

Boiling Point
A
Faerily Imperfect
Story

By Mia Watts

Resplendence Publishing, LLC

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Boiling Point
Copyright © 2011, Mia Watts
Edited by Christine Allen-Riley and Jason Huffman
Cover art by Rika Singh

Electronic format ISBN: 978-1-60735-236-5

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Electronic release: January, 2011

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and occurrences are a product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, places or occurrences, is purely coincidental.

To my friends, Heidi and Julia, who rock my world with their mother-hen/ultra hot diva-ness. You make me laugh and keep me sane. I’m so glad Helen introduced us, even if it was a little unorthodox.

Chapter One

Fauna Harper’s roller bag snagged on the door frame of her office, causing her to pull harder, which made her heel twist and ankle bend
the other way
—a way it wasn’t intended to bend—to knock her knee into her leg, which buckled, making Fauna fling her hands up to protect herself as carpet rushed at her face in her headlong fall to the ground.

“Phunk!” She swore into the carpet.

“Long trip, sis?” Flora asked her.

Fauna arched her neck to look at her sleek twin.
Her
short black skirt, tailored, white silk blouse, and three-inch pumps were exactly opposite of Fauna’s outfit.
Fauna’s
pin-striped pants had been rumpled from sitting on an airplane for the past ten hours and the pink sweater shirt she’d worn sported a ketchup stain, coffee dribbles, and precisely three snags from her watch band.

Fauna righted the skewed black-framed glasses on her nose. She shoved back the strands of escaped hair which had fallen across her eyes in a tangle of thready black waves. Gathering her dignity, she pushed up and tried to brush off carpet lint.

Flora tucked a lock of hair behind Fauna’s ears.

“Thanks,” Fauna muttered.

“Don’t mention it.” Her eyes still danced with mischief. “You might want to clean up a little.” She glanced at her watch. “In like, the next twenty seconds.”

Dread cooled the pit of Fauna’s stomach. “Why?” she asked, drawing the word out.

“Because Mom made Sage hire someone from the faery realm, and he’s showing up any second. You know how they like to just
appear
.”

She felt her shoulders drop with relief. “Who cares? You
appear
randomly, too. Maybe he’ll have control over his abilities the way none of us do.”

“
You’ll
care,” she sing-songed as she righted Fauna’s suitcase and sashayed out of the office.

“Why?” Fauna called after her twin. It never boded well when Flora acted smug. Like the smile she just flashed Fauna. She huffed with exasperation when her question was met with silence. “Fine, be cryptic.”

She cared about her pants though. She made a sound of annoyance at finding a scuff on the knee, and it wasn’t until she took a step that she realized the heel of her shoe had broken…and snapped. Fauna toppled. Her hair flung back into her face, and she hit her hip against the desk. Hot hands caught her elbows righting her.

“Thanks,” she grumbled as she looked over at her rescuer. “It’s been a day.” She said expecting to see one of her brothers.

“Fauna,” he murmured, his voice thick, husky.

Her eyes widened, and traveled up a broad chest to wide shoulders, over the arrogantly angled jaw, perfectly symmetrical features, and into brown eyes that seemed to glow with tints of red, like lacquered mahogany.

“Oh.” Breath escaped her on that single non-syllable.

“So you’re Flora’s twin,” he said.

Those same dark notes shivered up her arms and instantly peaked her nipples into tight, ready buds.

“Yup,” she answered stupidly.

His brow furrowed in confusion. He blinked. “Where’d you go, sweetheart?”

What did he say?
Oh, crap. She’d disappeared again. Of course the one time she
wanted
a man to look at her was the one time he
couldn’t
look at her. Damn faeries!

“Don’t mind Fauna. She always freaks out and disappears,” Her brother Sage said strolling into her office.

“I’m here,” she squeaked.

“See?” her brother offered as proof.

“Too bad. Such pretty green eyes hidden from view,” the man said.

Thank God she was invisible so he couldn’t see her blushing. Unfortunately, she wasn’t also mute and he
did
hear the pathetic sigh that slipped past her guard.

Sage laughed. “Remember how I mentioned that the Harpers don’t have control over the faery portion of their heritage?”

“Yeah.”

“Fauna’s is invisibility. She disappears without provocation, or with provocation. Actually, she just disappears a lot. Especially when there’s a hot guy around.”

The following thunk, grunt, and wince on Sage’s face gave the only indication she’d kicked him.

“Must’ve hurt,” the man teased.

“This doesn’t creep you out?” Sage asked.

“It’s a little out of the ordinary.” The man shrugged. “But I’ve seen some unusual things in my time. Saw a two-headed cat once.”

Sage laughed.

 “Aren’t you the new faery guy who’s coming to work here?” Fauna asked.

“No,” Sage answered for him. “Bruce should be here any second. This is our new tech guy, Cooper.”

“Human?” Fauna asked.

Sage sighed like she’d asked a dumb question, but the sympathetic smile he tossed her direction softened the blow. “She’s not a big fan of the faery realm.” He gestured to her see-through space. “None of us are for obvious reasons.”

“So what abilities do the others have?” Cooper asked.

“I read thoughts, Dill freezes time, Flora transports herself, and Willow changes forms between wooden based objects. We’re a regular circus of disasters.” Sage held out his hand. “Good to meet you, Cooper. It’ll be nice having someone on the team who behaves normally.” “Now if Bruce would show up, we’d have our full faery contingent.”

Cooper shook her brother’s outstretched hand. “I’m just glad for the work.”

“So you’re
not
the faery guy?” she said, needing to hear it repeated. As much as she didn’t appreciate the faery sense of humor, it would really suck to find herself ridiculously attracted to one.

“I’m the faery guy,” another man’s voice said from behind her.

Cooper’s gaze searched over her shoulder, then came back her direction after he’d dismissed the other man. He held out his hand toward where Fauna had been standing. “Cooper Blank. I’m most definitely at
your
service.”

Fauna grasped the offered hand and drew it into shaking range.

“Nice of you to pop in,” Sage told Bruce tightly. “We like to use the doors around here. Why don’t you two follow me, and I’ll get you set up.”

“Awesome. You guys go on. I need to…um, I need to find myself,” Fauna offered.

“You know, some people
say
that, but in your case I actually believe you mean it,” Cooper teased.

“All right! We have an invisible faery chick?” Bruce asked.

Fauna dragged herself away from looking at Cooper to face the new poppin’-fresh-faery in her office. His dark brown hair spiked in several directions and he favored dark colors, including the gray shirt stretched across his slim musculature. Typical of faery physique, he was perfect and beautiful, and he made Fauna uneasy with his cocky head tilt and condescending smile.

“The chick is my sister and one of your bosses. Might not want to piss her off,” Sage suggested.

“Oh, I
see
,” Bruce joked.

“Nice. Haven’t heard that one before.” Fauna said. She wasn’t looking at Cooper, but she thought she heard him snort.

Sage motioned for Cooper and Bruce to follow him out. “Fauna’s surprisingly less shy when not visible.” He glanced back into her apparently empty office, then speculatively at Cooper. “That seems to be a new development.”

* * * *

A week later, Cooper was still trying to find a way to talk to Fauna when Sage and his brother, Dill, called them into the office for a meeting. It wouldn’t have been such a challenge before—Cooper wasn’t exactly the kind of guy that could be intimidated—but Fauna was still transitioning from another position downtown and her hours at Harper Security weren’t predictable.