“Why not?” Kennon agreed. “At least it would break the monotony. Tell you what. You run up to the house and tell Kara to pack a lunch and we’ll take the day off.”
“Good! I hoped you’d say that. I’m getting tired of these dirty old cards.” She stood up and sidled past the desk. Kennon resisted the impulse to slap as she went past, and congratulated himself on his self-control as she looked at him with a half-disappointed expression on her face. She had expected it, he thought gleefully. Score one for morality.
He smiled. Whatever the other Lani might be, Copper was different. Quick, volatile, intelligent, she was a constant delight, a flashing kaleidoscope of unexpected facets. Perhaps the others were the same if he knew them better. But he didn’t know them—and avoided learning. In that direction lay ulcers.
“We’ll go to Olympus,” he said.
Copper looked dubious. “I’d rather not go there. That’s forbidden ground.”
“Oh nonsense. You’re merely superstitious.”
She smiled. “Perhaps you’re right. You usually are.”
“That’s the virtue of being a man. Even if I’m wrong, I’m right.” He chuckled at the peculiar expression on her face.
“Now off with you—and get that lunch basket packed.”
She bowed. “Yes, master. Your slave flies on winged feet to execute your commands.”