“Get out of my way,” I said with an undertone of menace.
“Cat.” Don got up and lightly took my elbow. “If we have nothing to fear from your association with this vampire, then you won’t mind stopping by the lab for a blood sample. You haven’t been indiscriminately drinking blood, have you?”
I snorted. “Not my beverage of choice, sorry. But if it’ll make you feel better to check my lab work, fine. Lead the way.”
“I’ll be frank with you,” Don said as we walked to the second level, Tate and Juan following. “I don’t know what I’m going to do about this. I have the team to consider. I’m not comfortable risking their lives on only your word that this creature isn’t dangerous.”
“That’s where the trust part comes in. Besides, if he wanted to hurt the team, he could have done that last weekend at the GiGi Club. Don’t fuck up a good thing because of blind prejudice, Don. We both know you need me.”
He regarded me as I stepped into the lab. “I want to believe you can’t be turned against us. But I don’t know if I can.”
Later, after a spot processing proved I wasn’t hyped full of nosferatu juice, Tate walked me to my car. He hadn’t said a word since Don’s office, and I didn’t speak, either. They were letting me go, but I knew nothing had really been settled. That was okay—I had nothing to hide now. Well, almost nothing.
Tate opened my door out of polite habit. I slid inside but didn’t shut it. His fingers tapped on my roof.
“I bet you thought that was poetic justice, me not knowing about how much longer I could live. I told Don to tell you about your aging three years ago, when they were sure. He disagreed, and he’s the boss. Sometimes you just have to follow orders, even if you don’t want to.”
“Sometimes.” I stared at him without blinking. “Not always. Not when it affects your friends, but we have different opinions about that.”
“Yeah, well, we have different opinions about a lot of things.” Dark blue eyes met mine. “You really handed me my ass in there. First you casually admit to having a vampire boyfriend, then you tell everyone I tried to fuck you. What’s next? You going to whip out a dick and say you’re really a man?”
His sour tone didn’t lend to humor, but I smiled slightly. “Back me into a corner and I come out clawing. You know that. I wish all of you would just have a little faith. I care about my team and the job I do. If I didn’t, why would I put up with this shit?”
His mouth twisted. “You might have Don fooled, Cat, but not me. I saw your face tonight. You’ve never smiled at anyone the way you smiled at that vampire. That’s why I don’t trust you not to get in over your head. You already are.”
TWENTY
BONES SHOWED UP PROMPTLY at seven the next night. We had plans to have an early dinner and then escape—until the following morning, anyway. As soon as I’d left the compound the previous evening, Don put round-the-clock surveillance on me. That had been a mood kill, to say the least. They probably had microphones pointed at my house, too, for maximum spying potential.
It pissed me off no end. What did Don think, that if left unsupervised, I’d hold undead rallies to give every pulseless person within a hundred miles a blueprint of his compound? If Don didn’t have such a strong “greater good” agenda, I might have quit my job right then and there.
I was still scowling over it all when I opened the door to let Bones in... and then I stopped and gawked at him.
He wore tailored black pants and a dark blue shirt, his skin radiating against the deep-colored fabric. A black leather jacket was slung loosely over his shoulders and complemented his ensemble. It was the jacket itself that held my attention. It was long, trailing almost down to his calves.
“Holy shit, is that what I think it is?” I blurted.
Bones grinned and did a circle. “You like? After all, you kept your Christmas present”—he nodded to the Volvo in my driveway—“so it only seemed fair to retrieve mine, especially since you took my other jacket.”
The jacket I’d bought him for Christmas years ago fit him perfectly. I’d never had the chance to give it to him, since Don had swooped me up before the holidays. Bones must have pried it out from its hiding place under the loose board of the kitchen cabinet in my old apartment. I’d told him where it was the day before I left him. The thought of Bones going back to get it made me almost burst into tears.
Some of that must have shown on my face, because his expression softened.
“Sorry, luv,” he said, pulling me into his arms. I could almost hear cameras snapping as Don’s spies zoomed in on us. “Didn’t think it would make you sad.”