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“And I’m still sitting here.”
“I don’t like men looking at you.”
She sighed, and looked him directly in the eyes. “Honestly, I didn’t much like the women showering you with attention either.”
Ra went from scowling to grinning. “Truthfully?!” he asked, excitedly.
“Unfortunately,” she said, shaking her head. “But I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Then we won’t discuss it. We will eat cheesy cake!”
“Alright, then,” she said, taking a small bite of the piece of cheesecake they were sharing.
“What will we do after we share the cheesy cake?” Ra asked.
“We will go home. I have so much to see to before my presentation at the university.”
“We will go home!” he said triumphantly. “What is that?” he asked, pointing to a small pastry on one of the plates.
“It’s a cherry tart.”
“I will eat it.”
“And I’ll eat this one,” she said, picking up one just like it. She held it up and out toward him.
Ra looked at her, confused.
“You hold yours out and tap it against mine. It’s a way to wish one another luck. Usually with wine, but…”
“We don’t drink wine!” he insisted happily, reminding her of one of the first things she taught him.
Azi laughed. “No, we don’t. But we’ll eat the desserts we’re offered.”
Ra picked up his cherry tart and tapped it gently against hers. “I wish you all good blessings, dear Azenath.”
“And I wish you all good blessings as well, dear Ra.”
‘Dear god,” he corrected.
Azi laughed, and he smiled at her as he popped the tart into his mouth and chewed appreciatively.
“Good, huh?” she asked.
“We need that and the cheesy cake.”
“They do make a cherry cheesecake. It has cherries spooned on top of it.”
“Here? They have that here?”
“No, but I know where to find one.”
“We must hurry and get one before we go home to work.”
Chapter 9
Later that afternoon, completely sated on cherry cheesecake, and chocolate eclairs, Azi sat at her laptop, still looking through the intake photos of antiquities taken from the Tomb of Ra that were now housed with the Department of Antiquities. She scrolled through them slowly, taking her time, assessing. When she came across one that seemed especially interesting she’d click on it and consider it more closely. She’d been at it for more than two hours, and with every item she clicked on, Ra would make some kind of grunt — either an approving one, or a disgusted one.
“Are you going to do this with every single piece I select?” she asked, turning to look at him where he hovered near her ear, watching from over her shoulder.
