Page 7 of Lost in the Fog

Regis chuckled. “Fair point.”

The drinks came out, followed shortly by their meals, and they started their lunch with Gia telling them about the upward trend in both of the businesses she was heading up. The Zotar Motorsport Corporation was going global with innovative designs that handled well in the city or on sand and everything in between.

Regis discussed her businesses and Ira’s grades, and Pandora mentioned that her job and small shop were stable, and her staff enjoyed the clientele.

Pandora smiled. “I have been thinking about going for my motorcycle license. Gia said she would get me a discount.”

Gia grinned. “It’s in my annulment papers.”

Regis snorted. “The whole idea behind an annulment is that you leave as if you were never together.”

Gia paused. “Oh. Dang. You might not get that discount, Pandora.”

“Well, I can live with it. I just won’t be able to afford a custom model. Since they are designed for taller men, I may want to pull on my other form.”

Regis paused. “You have your other form?”

“Yup. Have since you found me. I just didn’t want to freak out my new friends and family.”

Regis shook her head. “You are an asshole.”

“I know.” Pandora finished her fancy potato casserole. She grinned. “It’s part of my charm.”

Regis snorted and shook her head. “I don’t know why I named you as her pickup person.”

“Because I am trustworthy... on paper.” She picked up her napkin and wiped the corners of her mouth.

Regis smirked. “That must be it.”

Pandora saw the pale woman get to her feet and said, “Regis, who is that woman?”

“Myrtle. She’s a writer, and all four of those guys are hers. Why?”

“She’s coming this way.”

Pandora met the woman’s gaze and met the smile for smile.

The woman bounced on her feet, making her men laugh at their table. “Hiya, ladies.”

Pandora stood and smiled. “Hello, Myrtle.”

Myrtle gasped. “You know who I am?”

“Regis is a chatterbox. I am Pandora, and this is Gia.”

Myrtle’s eyes went wide. “The ignored and the rejected. Yikes. I was a rejected mate for a while until Toros got his ass handed to him... by me. Then things were fine, if crowded.”

Regis grinned. “Pandora is the endless fog, and Gia the living wraith.”

Myrtle began hopping again. She reached out and shook Pandora’s hand before she looked disappointed. “Oh.”

Gia snorted. “Pandora, come on. You are dressed for it.”

“Fine. Myrtle, I don’t automatically change when contacted by the Elite.” She let herself get tall, and there were gasps from other diners as she passed Myrtle’s height and ended up around six feet ten inches. “I can change this shape’s height as well, but this is the automated setting.”

Myrtle looked up at her and grinned. “Wow. You are... You have quite the figure.”

“Yeah, boxy clothing hides a lot.”

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