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"Wiz."

He turned and saw Moira waiting for him. The redheaded hedge
witch was wearing a gown of sea green that matched her eyes and
set off her milk-white freckled skin. Its cut showed off her figure as
well. Wiz thoroughly approved.

"Darling, have I told you you look lovely?" he said hugging her.

She gave him a look that made him catch his breath. "Why no, My
Lord," she said, with her green eyes wide. "Not for, oh, at least five
minutes."

"Too long." Ignoring the Council members who were knotted about
talking, he kissed her.

In a vague way he knew he had improved in the two years since he
had been kidnapped to this world. A more active life had put
muscle on his slender frame. He had let his dark hair grow
shoulder length in the local fashion. Tight breeches and puffy-
sleeved shirts had replaced jeans and short-sleeved white shirts.
Over-all he now looked more like a romantic's idea of a pirate than
a pencil-necked computer geek.

But Moira had been beautiful the first day he saw her and she had
only gotten more beautiful. Well, he admitted, maybe that was
subjective. They had been married for less than a year and brides
were always beautiful. Then he looked at her again. Nope, she was
definitely more beautiful.

"I wanted to see you and perhaps have lunch with you."

"Is something wrong?"

She shook her head. "Nothing, I just wanted to be with you."

"I wish I could darling, but I hadn't planned on having lunch. I've got
a special tutoring session scheduled and I'm trying to get the
module for the spell compiler done by the end of the week."

Moira sighed. "Of course. I understand."

"I'm glad to see you though."

"Probably the only chance I'll get," she muttered.

"What?"

"Nothing, my love. Nothing."