"I'm a scientist," she retorted.
Nestled in his arms, with her hair flooding his chest and shoulder,
Adatha Za said, "I wish--I wish that you and I could go back to
Zarathza together, Jonathan Morgan. In my villa beside the Jaralayan
Sea I would love to study this kiss-weapon of yours. It is such a nice
weapon, even though it does frighten me a little."
She gasped suddenly and tried to sit up, but Jonathan's long arms held
her.
"Now what's eating you?" he wanted to know.
"That kiss--how many times have you experimented with that weapon on
Earth?"
Jonathan chuckled, "Next thing you'll be telling me I do it like an
expert!"
Head to one side, Adatha Za surveyed him. At last she nodded pertly,
laughing a little.
"Yes, I think you do. And no one ever became perfect without practice!"
"Don't forget. Shar Bytu made me a perfectionist."
Adatha Za sighed as she nestled back into his arms, and whispered,
"There are some things, Jonathan Morgan, that even evolution can't do."