She felt warm heat color her cheeks. Last night had been so intense she still felt the resonating orgasms that had consumed her. Not until they’d finally sought their bed, curled in each other’s arms, did she remember he hadn’t used a condom. She hadn’t been on the pill since leaving Sam. Not that she’d planned to be off it, but felt the need to have her body return to its normal rhythm. They wandered the conference floor. She was completely dazzled by the crowds, the attendees in costumes and even small children running around dressed as Jawas from Star Wars. Some of the women were dressed in what Reed told her was steampunk. “Steampunk?” She stared at a woman who appeared to have a metal corset over a bright tartan skirt that skimmed the floor. “Have you ever read Jules Verne or H. G. Wells?” “Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea. Yeah. In high school.” Kenzie eyed a table laden with banker boxes filled with comic books, all in transparent protective plastic sleeves.
