My mouth dropped. Walking around without full body armor and a highly armed squad at my elbow? Just sightseeing, like normal people?
“Oui, sí, any language the word for yes is in. Please tell me you’re not about to say ‘psyche’.”
“I’m not. The performance is about to start; let’s find our seats.”
“Okay.”
“Very agreeable, aren’t you?” That sly tone was back in his voice. “I’ll take advantage of it later.”
When the curtain came down at intermission, I knew three things: I loved the opera, I wanted a drink, and I had to pee.
“I’m going with you,” Bones announced, when I voiced my bathroom necessity.
I rolled my eyes. “They have rules about that.”
“I have to freshen my lipstick, Cat, would you mind if I accompany you?” Sonya asked. “Bones, you could fetch some champagne, I’d love a glass as well. It’s across from the facilities, so you’ll have no trouble finding us.”
The translation was obvious. Bones would be close in case there was trouble of any kind, be it misguided dream suitor or murderous undead opera buff, and I’d have a bodyguard.
He nodded. “I can escort you. That’s not being overprotective. It’s only mannerly.”
“Sure.” My lips twitched. “Whatever you say.”
There was a long line at the ladies’ room. Bones let out an amused snort when he saw my speculative glance at the empty entrance to the men’s facilities.
“They have rules about that,” he mocked.
“I know all these chicks aren’t waiting to let out their bladders, they should have a separate makeup room so the rest of us can pee,” I grumbled, then turned to Sonya apologetically. “Um, I didn’t mean you. Just ignore everything I say, we’ll both be better off.”
She laughed. “I know what you meant, chérie. Often I’ve thought the same myself, since the latrines have been of no use to me for a long time.”
“Bring me some liquor, Bones, fast, to take my foot out of my mouth.”
He kissed my hand. “I’ll see you back here.”
When he walked away, I wasn’t the only one who enjoyed the view of him leaving.
“Mmm hmmm.”
The low exhalation came from a brunette farther up in line. I gave her an arched brow and tapped my engagement ring for effect.
“Taken, honey.”
She was human, or I’d have thrown down at the second lingering look she gave Bones before shrugging at me.
“Nothing lasts forever.”
My teeth ground. “Except death.”
Sonya said something in French that made the woman’s mouth curl sulkily before she turned away with a last parting shot.
“If you can’t stand for your man to be admired, you would do better to keep him at home.”
With her heavy French accent, her h’s were almost silent. You can’t kill her just because she’s a tramp, I reminded myself. Even if you could have her body discreetly disposed of…
“He fucks even better than he looks,” I settled on saying. Several heads turned. I didn’t care; I was pissed. “And that beautiful face is going to be clamped between my legs as soon as we get ooome, don’t you worry.”
From the crowd at the bar, I heard Bones laugh. Sonya chuckled. The woman gave me a venomous glare and stepped out of line.
“Bon, one less person in front of us, we’ll be finished before he has our drinks,” Sonya observed when she quit laughing.
“One down.” I eyed the line of women, most of whom either smiled or avoided my gaze due to that little scene. “About a dozen more to go.”
Ten minutes later when we entered the bathroom, I was trying not to hop on one leg in impatience. It had been all I could do to wait my turn and not have Sonya use vampire mind control to get the other women out of my way, but that wouldn’t have been fair.
When I came out, Sonya was putting her lipstick back in her small clutch bag. I joined her by the mirror to wash my hands.
“Small world,” someone said to my right.
I turned, noticing a cute blonde staring at me. “Excuse me?”
“You don’t remember me?” She shook her head. “It was a while ago. I wasn’t even sure it was you until you snapped at that woman, but your coloring stands out. Plus, you were antsy the first time we met, too.”
From her accent, she was American. And I’d never seen her before in my life.
“I’m sorry, you have the wrong person.” After all, I was good at placing people. Half-vampire memory skills, and it had come with my old job.
“It was at the Ritz on Place Vendôme, remember?” I still shook my head. She sighed. “No big deal. Sorry it didn’t work out with the other guy, but you seem to have traded up, so good for you.”