«Sometimes twice a day,» I said.
She smiled. «Well, my, my…«Then waved her hand as if to keep from distracting herself. «But the odds are that it's Nathaniel's, right?»
I smiled at her. «You sound happy about that now.»
She shrugged. «Well, a choice of evils, ya know.»
«Thanks a lot, Ronnie.»
«You know what I meant,» she said.
«No, I don't think I do.» I think I was ready to be angry about her thinking the men in my life were a choice of evils, but I didn't get a chance to be angry, because two of the men in my life were coming through the front door.
I heard them unlocking the door before it opened, and their voices came raised and a little breathless from the run. They'd been able to run faster, and farther, without me along. I was, after all, still human, and they were not.
Standing between the island and the cabinets we couldn't see the door, but only heard them laughing as they came toward the doorway to the kitchen.
«How can you do that?» Ronnie asked, voice soft.
«What?» I asked, frowning.
«You were smiling.»
I looked at her.
«You smiled just at the sound of their voices, even with everything…»
I stopped her with a hand on her arm. One way I knew I didn't want them to find out about the maybe-baby was by overhearing a conversation. Their hearing was a little too keen to risk it. And here they came, my two live-in sweeties.
Micah was in front, looking back over his shoulder, still laughing, talking. He was my height, short, slender, and muscular in that swimmer sort of way. He had to have his suits tailored because he needed an extra-small athletic cut. You didn't get that off the rack. He'd come to me tanned, and stayed that way from jogging outside, mostly shirtless, all summer and autumn. He'd added a T-shirt to the short-shorts today. His hair was that deep, rich brown that some people get after starting life as very blond. His dark hair was tied back in a low ponytail that couldn't hide how curly it was, almost as curly as mine. He'd taken off his sunglasses, so when I moved into his arms I could look up into his chartreuse eyes. Yellow-green leopard eyes in his delicate face. A very bad man had once forced him to stay in leopard form until, when he came back to human, he couldn't come all the way back.
We kissed and our arms just seemed to automatically glide around each other, to press our bodies as close together as we could with clothes on. He'd affected me this way almost from the moment we had seen each other. Lust at first sight. They say it doesn't last, but we were six months and counting.
I melted against his body and kissed him fiercely, deeply. Partly it was what I always wanted to do when I saw him. Partly I was scared, and touching and being touched made me feel better. Not long ago I'd have been more discreet in front of company, but my nerves just weren't good enough to pretend today.
He didn't get embarrassed, or tell me, «Not in front of Ronnie,» the way Richard would have done. He kissed me back with the same drowning intensity. His hands holding me like he'd never let me go. We drew back, breathless and laughing.
«Was that for my benefit?» Ronnie asked, and her voice was not happy.
I turned around, still half in Micah's arms. I looked at her angry eyes and suddenly was ready to be angry back. «Not everything is about you, Ronnie.»
«Are you telling me you kiss him like that every time he comes home?» The anger was back, and she used it. «He's been gone, what, an hour? I've seen you greet him after a day's work, and it was never like that.»
«Like what?» I asked, voice sliding down. If she wanted to fight, we could fight.
«Like he was air and you couldn't breathe him in fast enough.»
Micah's voice was mild, placating, trying to talk us both down. «Did we interrupt something?»
I turned to face Ronnie, squarely. «I'm allowed to kiss my boyfriend the way I want to kiss him without getting your permission, Ronnie.»
«Don't try and tell me you weren't rubbing my face in it, just now, with the show.»
«Go get some therapy, Ronnie, because I am fucking tired of your issues raining all over me.»
«I confided in you,» she said, voice strangled with some emotion I didn't understand, «and you put on a show like that in front of me. How could you?»
«Oh, that wasn't a show,» Nathaniel said from just inside the doorway, «but if it's a show you want, we can do that, too.» He glided into the kitchen on the balls of his feet, showing both the grace of his dance training and that otherworldly grace of the wereleopard. He pulled his tank top off in one smooth gesture and let it fall to the floor. I actually backed up a step before I caught myself. I hadn't realized until that moment that he was angry with Ronnie. What little cutting remarks had she been making to him, that I hadn't heard? When he told me she didn't see him as real, he'd been trying to tell me more than I had heard. That I'd missed something big was there in his angry eyes.