For a Few Demons More(77)

“Hey, Rache,” Jenks called cheerfully as he dropped from the ceiling, “where’s Ivy going?”

“I don’t know.” Numb, I headed to the kitchen before he could see my state. Clearly his kid’s wings were okay. “Aren’t you supposed to be sleeping?” I said, rubbing my sore wrist. Crap, if it bruised, it would look great with my bridesmaid’s dress. At least I didn’t have a new bite mark to go with it.

“Ah, hell,” Jenks said, and I dropped my eyes when I saw his disapproving gaze. “It stinks in here. You pushed her again, didn’t you?”

It wasn’t a question, and I walked without pause into the kitchen.

“You stupid-ass witch,” he said, shedding silver sparkles as he followed. “Is she coming back? You scare her off for good this time? What’s wrong with you? Can’t you leave it alone?”

“Jenks, shut up,” I said flatly, grabbing my forgotten bottled water and heading into the living room. The radio was in there. If I turned it high enough, I wouldn’t be able to hear him. “We talked, is all.” And she kissed me. “I got a few questions answered.” And with her messing with my scar at the same time, it felt really good. Shit. How was I supposed to figure this out? I thought I was straight. I was, wasn’t I? Or did I have “latent tendencies”? And if I did, were they really a convenient excuse for thinking with my G-spot? Was that what I was all about? Had I no depth at all?

He followed me into the empty living room, and I sat on the raised hearth, trying to remember how to think. I clicked on the radio to find happy, bouncy music, and I turned it off.

“Well?” Jenks landed on my knee, looking almost hopeful. But then his wings stilled and drooped when I sighed.

“I asked about a blood balance, and she set some rules,” I said, looking out the high windows at the undersides of the oak tree’s leaves. “She’s not going to make a move to touch my blood, but if I even hint that I want her to, it’s with the understanding that I want everything.”

He looked at me blankly, and I added, “She kissed me, Jenks.”

His eyes widened, and a small part of me was reassured that he hadn’t seen the entire thing and was hiding the fact. “Did you like it?” he asked bluntly, and I frowned, shifting my knee until he took off to land right where he had been.

“She was playing on my scar at the time,” I muttered, blushing. “I got a real good idea what it would be like to let my hair down and go with it, but I don’t know where the feelings are coming from anymore. She mixed them all up, then walked out the door.”

“So…” Jenks hedged. “What are you going to do?”

I gave him a mirthless smile. His unconditional acceptance was a balm, and the tension eased. He didn’t care what Ivy and I did, as long as we stayed together and didn’t kill each other. “How should I know?” I said as I stood. “Can we talk about something else?”

“Hell, yes,” Jenks said, rising up with me. “You just keep thinking whatever you need to think. As long as you don’t leave.”

Setting my water on the sill, I took up the broom and started to sweep our brand-new floor again. I wasn’t going to leave because Ivy had kissed me. She’d said she wasn’t going to do it again, and I believed her, knowing how she’d wanted this since our moving in together, and me being as dumb as a stone because of her ability to hide her desires the way she could. It had been a taste to show me what might be, then a return to the distance we kept to give me the time I needed to think about it. Figure things out. The Turn take it.

Jenks hovered for a moment, then landed on the sill and in the sun. “This is better,” he said, scanning the bare walls. “I don’t know why you didn’t let the guys do it. It wasn’t that much, and the amount you saved won’t make a dent in what we need to resanctify the church.” His face grew worried. “And we are going to resanctify it, right? I mean, we can’t move.”

Rising from sweeping the dust into the pan, I turned to him, hearing the worry he was trying to hide. It didn’t matter how uncomfortable things got between Ivy and me. If the firm fell apart, Jenks would probably lose control of the garden. He had way too many kids, and Matalina wasn’t up to staking out new territory. Jenks said she was okay, but I was worried.

“We aren’t moving,” I said flatly, and I dumped the pan in the black contractor bag. “We’ll find a way to get the church resanctified.” Ivy and I will deal with the uncomfortable situation like we always have…by ignoring it. It was something we were both good at.