"It took him months of working with her before she would trust him, Sasha said.

"The only reason she trusted me was because I was dating him." She absently reached out picked up a pencil. She stared at it then withdrew her hand, leaving the pencil floating in space.

"Cool," Heda said.

"I'd heard you were a sorceress. Can you float people?"

Sasha blushed and looked towards the studio.

"I'm not allowed to try levitating people for a while. And no, I don't want to explain it."

Heda grinned.

“How long have you and he been together?" she asked.

"Almost two years," she said, a deep fondness creeping into her voice.

"I met him at a chess tournament."[]

"You play?"

"We both do. He's much better than I am," she said wistfully.

"He's been a master since he was twelve."

"Really?" Heda looked at the big man again through the glass. He was saying something to Madison, who first looked suspicious, then agitated, then outright furious.

"Yeah. He's a genuine card-carrying member of Mensa. He probably could have graduated by now, but he's sticking around until we're both ready. I think he wants to make sure we go to grad school near each other."

“He's THAT smart?" Heda asked, wondering how he was going to keep Madison from trying to kick her again.

“He's getting a second major in Experimental Statistics for kicks. I read trashy romance novels in my spare time, and he reads science magazines. He's got an IQ of 165 for crying out loud.”

“Sorry, but I'm not up on the scale," Heda replied, watching Madison poke a finger into Billy's massive chest Like she wanted to poke out his lungs.

"That's high I take it?"

"Einstein was a 160."

Heda's gaze shifted to her.

"So . . . he can help me with my math homework this semester?"

Sasha smiled.

"He would probably love to."

"So why is he in radio rather than the sciences or something?"