Orchid (32 page)

Shortly after midnight, Rafe came awake with the sudden, all-over awareness that Orchid was not asleep. He turned on his side, automatically reaching for her before he remembered that she was not here with him. This was the guest bedroom in her parents' home. She was in another room down the hall.

Earlier in the evening Edward had explained that no two homes in Northville were precisely identical, but all were built along the same meta-zen-syn aesthetic lines. The principles of simplicity, harmony, and balance dominated. The Adams' house was a serenely designed structure built around a courtyard. Every room had windowed walls that opened onto the central garden.

Rafe pushed back the covers and got to his feet. He started toward the door and belatedly remembered his trousers. Something told him that it would be very un-meta-zen-syn to be caught wandering naked down the hall to Orchid's room at this hour of the night. There were those who might view such activity as downright primitive.

He pulled on his trousers, fastened them, and headed toward the door.

Halfway there, he paused again.

He could not feel her presence in the room down the hall.

He freed his senses with a short flash of para-energy, allowing them to absorb the vibrations of the sleeping house.
Two people in a single chamber at the far end of the hall. Mr. and Mrs. Adams.
But no sensations came from the other bedroom.

Orchid was elsewhere. He turned slowly, listening for her with all of his senses.

She was outside in the courtyard garden.

He walked to the windowed wall of his bedroom and looked out into the night-shrouded scene. Orchid sat in the hollowed-out seat of a moon-washed meditation rock. She had her arms wrapped around her up-drawn knees. The folds of a white robe flowed around her.

He smiled to himself. The lady did have an instinct for the romantic.

He opened the glass door and stepped out into the balmy night. Simultaneously he released a psychic probe onto the metaphysical plane. The brief sense of disorientation lasted only a few seconds. When things steadied he saw the clear crystal prism Orchid had crafted for him. He sent power through it, watched it shimmer as she tuned its various facets to focus his talent with perfect clarity.

The night opened up around him.

For a moment he savored the heightened awareness, knowing that through the focus link Orchid was able to enjoy some of the same sensations.

Then he cut off the flow of talent and walked across the meta-zen-syn garden to where Orchid waited for him. He wondered how much longer it would take her to understand that she was his true mate.

He knew she was aware of him, but she said nothing
until he reached the rock where she sat. Then she turned her head to look at him.

“You pushed Preston into that pond for me, didn't you?”

“Why is everyone so convinced that I pushed Luce into that pond? I keep telling you, he slipped and fell.”

She ignored that. “How did you know that I very much wanted him to fall into that pond?”

“It came to me in a blinding flash.” He took a seat on the rock beside her.

“I'm serious,” she said. “How did you know?”

“Telepathy?”

She waved that aside with an irritated little motion of one hand. “Tell me how you knew.”

He was surprised by the urgency in her voice. “It wasn't as if there were a lot of options. I mean, you had the reflecting pool no more than a couple of steps away and you had Luce almost within pushing distance. There was a certain sparkle in your eye that I have come to know very well. I already knew you didn't much like the guy. It didn't require telepathy to figure out what you were thinking.”

“I see.”

“But the synergistic result was very similar to telepathy.” The meditation stones were more comfortable than they appeared, he discovered. He settled into the curved seat, leaned back, and rested his weight on his elbows. “Why does it worry you that we might be developing some kind of psychic connection that goes beyond a focus link?”

She was silent for a moment. “I've spent my whole life being different. I'm not sure I want to be any more different than I am already.”

“I can see where you would have felt a little out of place here in Northville,” he conceded.

“Don't get me wrong. I love my family. I value what I learned here. I even enjoy coming back to visit my
relatives. Northville will always be a part of me, but this is not where I belong.”

“I understand.”

“I always knew that I disappointed everyone by failing to pursue a career at the North Institute the way my brothers and my cousins have.”

“Hey, you want to discuss disappointing other people?” Rafe heard the glass door of Anna's and Edward's room open behind him, but he did not turn around. “Try walking away from Stonebraker Shipping when everyone in the family expects you to join the company the day you graduate from college.”

“I can imagine what it must have been like for you. But now you're going back. You've completed the circle. I can't do that. I can't come back here. Not permanently.”

“There's no need,” Anna said gently from the shadows beyond the pool. “You are finding your own balance in life.”

Orchid turned her head. “Think so?” She smiled faintly. “That's a very meta-zen-syn thing to say, Mom. You know, I always knew that stuff was good for something.”

“The trick is to use it properly.” Anna sat down on a meditation stone and glanced at Edward, who had followed her out into the garden. “Isn't that right, dear?”

“Precisely right.” Edward lowered himself onto one of the smoothly shaped rocks. “Speaking of weighty philosophical questions, what is going on out here? It's nearly one o'clock in the morning.”

“I couldn't sleep,” Orchid said.

“I knew she wasn't asleep so I came out here to see what she was doing,” Rafe explained.

Edward looked at him with unexpected sharpness. “How did you know that Orchid couldn't sleep?”

“Don't ask,” Orchid said quickly. “Rafe thinks we're developing some kind of telepathy.”

Instead of chuckling at the ludicrousness of that statement,
Edward simply nodded. Rafe thought he looked oddly resigned.

“I was afraid of that,” Edward said.

Anna's face was thoughtful in the moonlight. “One must accept the inevitable, dear. The forces of synergy balance themselves with or without our assistance.”

Orchid scowled at her parents. “What the heck is that supposed to mean? Don't tell me you two actually believe in telepathy? Everyone knows it's nonsense. It's a metaphysical impossibility. Psychic energy doesn't work that way.”

“Don't tell that to two people who have been married as long as your father and I,” Anna said.

Orchid wrinkled her nose. “Okay, I'll admit that you and Dad can finish each other's sentences and you know all of each other's jokes. But that's not the same thing as telepathy.”

“No, of course it isn't,” Anna said soothingly. She looked at Rafe. “What made you push Preston Luce into the reflecting pond this afternoon?”

Orchid grinned.

Rafe spread his hands. “Why does everyone think that I tossed Luce into that pool?”

“Because,” Orchid said with mocking patience, “we saw Preston climbing out of the pool, that's why. He was soaking wet. You can make all the meta-zen-syn comments you want about balance and harmony, but I know that he did not fall into that pond by accident.”

Rafe studied the intelligent faces of the other three people who shared the night with him. “Did anyone actually see me throw, toss, or otherwise heave Preston Luce into the pool?”

Orchid exchanged glances with her parents.

“No,” Anna said slowly. “I don't believe I actually witnessed the incident.”

“Neither did I,” Edward admitted. “That section of the garden is quite a way from where most of us were standing.”

Orchid looked at Rafe. “Okay, I didn't actually see you do it, but it's the only explanation. Why are you arguing the point?”

“Because I resent the fact that everyone assumes that just because I'm a strat-talent, I would do something so gauche and tacky as to push a man into a reflecting pool at a wedding,” Rafe said.

“Now, Rafe,” Orchid began. “That's not quite what—”

“Your assumption about what happened between Luce and me only goes to show that even sophisticated, intelligent, well-educated people have some grave misconceptions about strat-talents. It's no wonder a guy like me can't get an agency date. Talk about being stereotyped as the primitive type.”

A charged silence descended on the courtyard garden. Rafe enjoyed the expressions of chagrin that appeared on the faces of Edward and Anna. He gave everyone what he considered his most virtuous smile.

Orchid rolled her eyes.

“You may be right,” Anna said. Her expression was somber, a little troubled. “I don't like to admit it, but I did leap to the conclusion that Preston Luce did not fall into that pool by accident. Not that I was complaining, you understand.”

“He certainly deserved that and more,” Edward agreed. “But you're quite correct, Rafe. We should not have assumed that you would do something so… well, so
physical
just because you're a strat-talent.”

“It was your daughter who intended to push him into the pool,” Rafe said. “Ask her.”

Anna and Edward turned to her.

“Is that true?” Anna asked, eyes gleaming with amusement.

“Yep.” Orchid exhaled deeply. “I figured it was the least I could do under the circumstances. I don't care how good Preston is when it comes to pulling in grant money, he's a nasty little user.”

“In the past few months I have regretfully come to the same conclusion,” Edward conceded reluctantly.

“What's more, I know he faked his para-profile on his marriage agency registration last year so that he could be matched with me. Or maybe he bribed my counselor. I'm still not sure which. Either way, his only goal was to get himself into the right circles here at Northville so that he could use his charisma-talent to land a good post. And darned if his plan didn't work.”

“Your father and I have had a few suspicions along that line,” Anna admitted. “Unfortunately, there is no way to prove that.”

“I know.” Orchid grinned. “Which is why I was left contemplating such a primitive sort of revenge as pushing him into a pond. But I never got the chance, thanks to Rafe. He interrupted things before I could finish. And now he's claiming that the final result wasn't even real revenge, just an accident.”

“Deliberately pushing Luce into a pond would have been childish and immature,” Rafe pointed out.

“But fun,” Orchid said.

Anna shook her head. “So much for all those years of meta-zen-syn training.” She looked at Rafe. “So you're going to stick to your story? Preston really did fall into that pond by accident?”

“Sort of,” Rafe said.

Orchid pounced. “Ah-hah. I knew there was more to it than that. What, exactly, happened at the reflecting pool this afternoon?”

“If you must know, Professor Luce took a swing at me. He lost his balance when he missed. That's how he fell into the pool.”

The other three gaped at him.

Orchid recovered first. “Preston tried to hit you?”

“Fortunately, one of the benefits of being a strat-talent is that I have fairly quick reflexes,” Rafe murmured. “I was able to step aside.”

“But why on St. Helens would Luce take a swing at
you?” Edward stared at him, still astonished. “I've never noticed any violent tendencies in him. Besides, he never even met you until today.”

“He was probably pissed-off because I told him that when I took control of Stonebraker Shipping I planned to review the portion of his grant funding that was derived from Stonebraker's corporate contribution to the North Institute.”

Orchid stared. “You did
what?”

“I strongly hinted that I had the power to see to it that any projects that listed him as primary analyst would be handed off to someone else on the institute staff.”

A stunned silence descended. Rafe watched with amusement as the full impact of what he had just said hit the other three.

“My God,” Orchid whispered. “You threatened to cut off a huge chunk of his grant money.”

“I didn't exactly threaten,” Rafe said carefully. “I pretty much promised I'd do it. I also warned him that as Stonebraker's C.E.O. I'll have a certain amount of influence with some of the other corporate heads who contribute to the institute.”

“So much for being primitive.” Edward's face screwed up into a strange expression. “What a perfect meta-zen-syn revenge.”

“Thank you,” Rafe said. “I like to think I'm not entirely a victim of my throwback genes.”

The look on Edward's face got odder. And then he exploded with laughter.

Anna's eyes sparkled with humor. She clapped a hand over her mouth and dissolved into muffled giggles.

Orchid was the only one who did not look wholeheartedly amused. There was a distinctly wary gleam in her gaze. “I assume that just because you're cutting Preston's funding, you won't withdraw corporate financial support from the institute altogether?”

“No, I'll probably increase it. My grandfather has always been too tight when it came to funding basic research.
My own view is that Stonebraker needs to spend more, not less in that area. Long term, the institute projects are extremely valuable to us and every other company on the planet.”

Orchid grinned. “An excellent corporate philosophy. Very forward thinking. Guess that's why they'll be giving you the big office in a couple of months.”

“I don't think it's my corporate philosophy that's going to get me that big office,” Rafe said. “I think it has more to do with the fact that I won't let them give it to anyone else.”