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drink in front of him, a distraction.
William ignored it, his face clouding with anger. The man and his inner wolf had a definite problem handling rejection. So much for loving a challenge .
I moved opposite Vivian, sliding my PPK along on the bar. “Want to borrow my gun?”
She gave me half a smile and shook her head. “Nah, I’m good.”
I recovered my gun and holstered it, as the doorbell rang. I ignored the summons, knowing Osamu would get it. A minute later, as I slammed down another Jack and Coke, the door to my office opened. I felt a cold chill as Osamu led Izumi and Angie in. The girls smiled . Their happy looks went hard and cold as they spotted Vivian close to me.
I felt like yelling—“ There’s plenty of me to go around !”—but kept the comment to myself, doubting it would help. Instead, I caught Vivian’s gaze. “Do yourself a favor, and lay off all comments on the fey.”
She looked puzzled. “Why?”
I stared past her at Izumi. “Hi, Izumi. I see you’re back from Under-the-Hill. How’s the queen mother doing?”
“Bossy as ever,” Izumi answered, but kept her eyes on the Slayer. “What’s that doing here?”
Vivian kept her gun holstered and the silver knife in her boot sheath. Her hand slid to her right thigh for the iron blade. She loosened the knife, ready to draw it at the next insult. That’s what I like about her. She doesn’t talk trash, she just takes it out—not that Izumi can’t take care of herself.
“This is Vivian,” I said. “She’s going to Sacramento to help us broker peace, and find the dream stone.”
Angie crowded in between William and Vivian. She gave Vivian a hard once over, frowning. “You’re not going to get far or keep a low profile with her dressed as a Slayer. You’re going to be moving among the preternatural elite. You ought to dress for success.”
Vivian returned the raking stare, taking in Angie’s ass-hugging shorts, fuck-me heels, and tight tee. “I’m being given fashion advice from Street-Walking Barbie?”
I leaped to Angie’s defense before her wolf temper flared. “This is her down time. When Angie argues in front of a jury, she’s prim, proper, and hot as hell.”
“That a fact?” Vivian said. “You’re a lawyer and a wolf. That makes you a predator twice over, doesn’t it?”
Angie’s eyes narrowed to glinting yellow slits. “You got a problem with me?”
“A rogue wolf killed her mother,” I said.
“Your mother,” Izumi’s tone was one of muffled distress.
“Your mom!” Angie’s words sank in volume, dragged down by sadness.
A dead, oppressive silence set in.
I hate dead, oppressive silences. “Hey girls, want to do me a favor and take Vivian shopping? I’ll loan you a credit card. Treat it kindly”
“Credit card!” Angie’s eyes widened in orgasmic pleasure that made her forget all about the argument with Vivian. “If you want my help, I need a new outfit too.”
“I know I’m going to regret this.” I pulled out my ultra-black credit card with platinum trim—accepted around the world, in various hell dimensions, as well as the courts of the fey. I don’t leave Earth without it. “What do you say, Izumi?”
She grabbed the card from my hand and hurried for the door with Angie a step behind. I looked at Vivian. “Better hurry or they’ll leave without you.”
Vivian ran after them.
William watched her go. “She’s just playing hard to get. I can tell she wants me.”
The rest of us guys suddenly got interested in our drinks. We could have burst his bubble, but that wouldn’t have been half a challenge. What the hell, I’m not a nice guy. “She’d do Bigfoot before you.”
“One of these days, Caine…”
“I’m sorry, did I say that out loud?”
William turned wolf-yellow eyes my way. “ Hey, what gives you the right to be giving orders to Angie anyway? I run the pack.”
The question got
William ignored it, his face clouding with anger. The man and his inner wolf had a definite problem handling rejection. So much for loving a challenge .
I moved opposite Vivian, sliding my PPK along on the bar. “Want to borrow my gun?”
She gave me half a smile and shook her head. “Nah, I’m good.”
I recovered my gun and holstered it, as the doorbell rang. I ignored the summons, knowing Osamu would get it. A minute later, as I slammed down another Jack and Coke, the door to my office opened. I felt a cold chill as Osamu led Izumi and Angie in. The girls smiled . Their happy looks went hard and cold as they spotted Vivian close to me.
I felt like yelling—“ There’s plenty of me to go around !”—but kept the comment to myself, doubting it would help. Instead, I caught Vivian’s gaze. “Do yourself a favor, and lay off all comments on the fey.”
She looked puzzled. “Why?”
I stared past her at Izumi. “Hi, Izumi. I see you’re back from Under-the-Hill. How’s the queen mother doing?”
“Bossy as ever,” Izumi answered, but kept her eyes on the Slayer. “What’s that doing here?”
Vivian kept her gun holstered and the silver knife in her boot sheath. Her hand slid to her right thigh for the iron blade. She loosened the knife, ready to draw it at the next insult. That’s what I like about her. She doesn’t talk trash, she just takes it out—not that Izumi can’t take care of herself.
“This is Vivian,” I said. “She’s going to Sacramento to help us broker peace, and find the dream stone.”
Angie crowded in between William and Vivian. She gave Vivian a hard once over, frowning. “You’re not going to get far or keep a low profile with her dressed as a Slayer. You’re going to be moving among the preternatural elite. You ought to dress for success.”
Vivian returned the raking stare, taking in Angie’s ass-hugging shorts, fuck-me heels, and tight tee. “I’m being given fashion advice from Street-Walking Barbie?”
I leaped to Angie’s defense before her wolf temper flared. “This is her down time. When Angie argues in front of a jury, she’s prim, proper, and hot as hell.”
“That a fact?” Vivian said. “You’re a lawyer and a wolf. That makes you a predator twice over, doesn’t it?”
Angie’s eyes narrowed to glinting yellow slits. “You got a problem with me?”
“A rogue wolf killed her mother,” I said.
“Your mother,” Izumi’s tone was one of muffled distress.
“Your mom!” Angie’s words sank in volume, dragged down by sadness.
A dead, oppressive silence set in.
I hate dead, oppressive silences. “Hey girls, want to do me a favor and take Vivian shopping? I’ll loan you a credit card. Treat it kindly”
“Credit card!” Angie’s eyes widened in orgasmic pleasure that made her forget all about the argument with Vivian. “If you want my help, I need a new outfit too.”
“I know I’m going to regret this.” I pulled out my ultra-black credit card with platinum trim—accepted around the world, in various hell dimensions, as well as the courts of the fey. I don’t leave Earth without it. “What do you say, Izumi?”
She grabbed the card from my hand and hurried for the door with Angie a step behind. I looked at Vivian. “Better hurry or they’ll leave without you.”
Vivian ran after them.
William watched her go. “She’s just playing hard to get. I can tell she wants me.”
The rest of us guys suddenly got interested in our drinks. We could have burst his bubble, but that wouldn’t have been half a challenge. What the hell, I’m not a nice guy. “She’d do Bigfoot before you.”
“One of these days, Caine…”
“I’m sorry, did I say that out loud?”
William turned wolf-yellow eyes my way. “ Hey, what gives you the right to be giving orders to Angie anyway? I run the pack.”
The question got
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