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saving both his mother and his little sister. Peter was seventeen now, and in a lot of ways he seemed more Edward’s son than Donna’s.
    “Yeah, it was, but we’re okay. I mean, the other marshal isn’t, but she was new on the job, and . .
    .”
    “How new?”
    “It was her first real hunt.”
    “I’m so sorry.”
    “Yeah, me, too.”
    “Take care of Edward for me and the kids.”
    “You know I will.”
    “I know you’ll bring him home to us safe, and he’ll do the same for you.”
    To that the only thing I could say was, “We will.” She wanted to talk to Edward then, so I handed the phone back to him. I also went into the bathroom to do morning stuff and give them some privacy. Since when did Donna and he talk every morning? But hey, it wasn’t my relationship.
    When I came back out he’d hung up. He looked at me. I looked at him. “That went way better than I thought,” I said.
    “Donna trusts you.”
    “She trusts me to keep you alive. She doesn’t trust me with you.”
    “She doesn’t trust any woman with me. She’s a little insecure in that area.”
    I frowned at him. “You give her reason to be.”
    “No, insecure people don’t need an excuse to distrust. It’s just what they do.”
    “I couldn’t live like that,” I said.
    He smiled at me. “You’re polyamorous, which means many loves?”

    “I’ve never actually called myself that.”
    He gave me a look. “You’re living with multiple men, and sleeping with more, and everyone knows about it—that’s about as poly as you can get, Anita.”
    I wanted to argue, but couldn’t. I shrugged. “Fine.”
    “None of your men can be insecure or they couldn’t be poly with you.” I laughed. “Oh, no, don’t believe that there’s no insecurity. There is. The hardest part about having this many loves in my life is the emotional upkeep. Trust me, we all have our issues.”
    He looked at me, studying me for a moment.
    “What?”
    “I guess I just thought that you had to be completely secure to be in a relationship like that.”
    “No one is completely secure, Edward.”
    “Not even your Master of the City?”
    “No, not even Jean-Claude,” I said.
    He looked thoughtful, then stood up and took his shirt off. “Are you getting dressed?” I asked.
    “Yes.”
    “Do I go in the bathroom, or do you?”
    He frowned at me. “Why?”
    “I’m not comfortable with you dressing in front of me.”
    He gave a half-laugh. I think I’d surprised him. “You live with shapeshifters, and they go around nude all the time.”
    “Seeing my friends and lovers nude is fine, but seeing you nude, no.”
    He studied my face. “It really would bother you.”
    “Yes.”
    He frowned again. “Why?”
    “If I’m having sex with someone it’s okay to see them nude, but if sex isn’t an option, then no nudity.”
    He laughed, abrupt and surprised. “You’re still a prude, and you always will be.”
    “It wouldn’t bother you to strip in front of me?”
    “No, why should it?”

    I sighed. “Fine, I’m a prude. I’ll go into the bathroom while you dress.”
    “No, I’ll dress in the bathroom.” He was still smiling, his face shining with the remains of his laughter, as he gathered up his clothes.
    “Glad I could amuse you after less than two hours of sleep,” I said, arms crossed under my breasts in his oversized T-shirt.
    “I guess you’re right,” he said, as he walked past me. “Everyone has their issues.”
    I had no idea what to say to that, so I didn’t try. He went into the bathroom to get dressed, and I realized all my clothes were still in the other room. I hoped forensics would let me back in; otherwise I was going to have to send Edward shopping for clothes for me. Edward had a lot of talents, but I was betting that shopping for women’s clothing wasn’t one of them.

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    THE GOOD NEWS was that forensics cleared my room enough for me to get dressed and get my weapons. The bad news was that the powers that be gave