Chapter 11
California, Here We Come!
Nita finished tying her hair back in a ponytail, then grabbed her wetsuit she'd bought last month and tossed it into her open claudication. She grinned at Dairine, who was hunting for her flashlight.
"You knew him, huh?"
Dairine nodded.
"Yeah. Remember, we were in the same preschool class?"
"No."
Dairine rolled her eyes.
"Well, we were."
"And he doesn't appeal to you?"
Dairine blushed.
"He's cute. That doesn't mean anything."
Nita raised an eyebrow.
"Uh-huh. Riiiight. So, squirt, where're you going?"
"San Diego for a while. Then maybe to SF," Dairine sighed.
"Ah. Well, then, see you in two months."
"And," Nita added, "Don't get married while I'm gone."
She dodged the shoe Dairine hurled at her, grinned, and was gone.
Kit met her in her backyard ten minutes later.
"You ready?"
"Oh yeah. You found the hotel, made reservations?"
"Yeah. It's all good."
"Okay. Well then, let's go. It's almost two o'clock. I scheduled the hotel reservations to be made in a few minutes."
Kit touched his necklace, dropped a transit spell, and traced the new coordinates in.
"Uhh…24.5…then 4.5…1.4…okay. Gimme your hand."
Nita clasped his hand tightly.
"One…two…three!"
Kit said the syllable, there was a loud crack, and they were gone.
A/N: It's a little introductory chapter. So be patient.