Says the werewolf, I told him. Instead of my usual afterwork tshirt, I changed into a fitted shirt in a shade of lavender that looked good against my skin and showed off the muscles on my arms. Christy wouldnt know that it was any different from what I usually wore. I didnt have her soft curves, so Id emphasize what I did have.
You got my text about Zack Drummond, right? The lavender contrasted nicely with my brown eyes. Maybe I should put on eye shadow? Seems like a nice guy. Thought walkers like me were a myth.
Adam grinned at me. I think youre pretty special, too.
I kissed his cheek and rested in his arms for a moment before I broke away to find socks and shoes. No eye shadow. Christy wouldnt know I didnt wear makeup unless we were going out, but everyone else would. I usually went barefoot in the house, too, but with Christy in the kitchen, bare feet felt too vulnerable.
Warrens coming over tonight to grill Christy about her stalker and see if he can learn anything useful.
Good, I said. Cool.
Warren had been working as a private detective for a while. He was smart about people, and hed gotten good at finding secrets. But that wasnt why I was pleased. Warren was my friend, and Christy didnt like him. That left dinner tonight stacked in my favornot that I really thought I needed the advantage.
We went downstairs just as a knock sounded on the door.
Christy dodged past us, and said over her shoulder, I invited Mary Jo to join us for dinner.
I decided that I was going to have
to get rid of the chip on my shoulder, or the next week or so was going to be unbearable. Christy cooked dinner. She was welcome to invite anyone to dinner, especially one of the wolves who had a standing invitation to the Alphas table at any time anyway. Mary Jo was Christys friend.
Christy was acting as though my house were still hers. It wasnt. But as long as she kept her actions to those acceptable in any guest, there wasnt a lot I could do to fix it without appearing to be jealous, insecure, and petty. So Id swallow my first reactions and deal, until it was time to set her straight.
When Christy answered the door and let her in, Mary Jo hummed in sympathy at the nasty bruise.
You need to have that looked at.
Nothing broken, Christy told her. Just bruised, and it will fade in time. Adam made me go to a doctor. A good thing, too, because Mercy was about to take me to the doctor herself.
An exaggeration. Maybe.
Mary Jo apparently thought so, too, because she gave me a cool look. It looks like it hurts.
Christy touched her cheek, then shook her head. It could have been worse. A man I dated a couple of times turned up dead, and Im pretty sure Juan is responsible.
Ahh jeez, Mary Jo said. Im so sorry.
Warren came in. He didnt knock and thus avoided the chance that Christy would answer the door again so she could make everyone think either that I was using her to do all the menial tasks or make me think she was trying to reclaim her home. Or both at once.
Probably she was just doing normal things, and I was being paranoid and jealous.
Yes, I was going to have to work on my attitude. Adam kissed the top of my head.
Lets all move to the dining room, Christy said. I put dinner out there. Is your new wolf coming, Mercy? If we wait much longer, dinner might get cold.
I shook my head. I dont know. Maybe something came up.
Lets eat without him, then, she said. If he comes later, he can have leftovers if there are any, or I can make him a sandwich.
There was room at the kitchen table to eat there, but the diningroom table had been set with a tablecloth and good china and all. I wondered if Jesse had set it, or if Christy had done so while Adam and I were up changing. The only time I used the diningroom table was on Sunday breakfasts or holidays when everyone didnt fit in the kitchen.
I sat down on Adams right, and Christy took the seat to his left before Jesse could sit in it. Jesse smiled apologetically at me and took the next seat over.
All right, everyone, Christy said as soon as everyone was seated. Dig in.
The sandwiches were all cut into triangles and set on a plate in the center of the table, a gloriously beautiful presentation with bacon cooked exactly right, red tomatoes, and bright crispy lettuce on golden toast. A huge, cutglass bowl held a salad and sat next to a plate with homemade croutons.
Cloth napkins were folded just so, and there was a vase with the first of the spring lilies from the front flower bed. The whole table looked as though Martha Stewart and Gordon Ramsay had both come to my home to prepare a casual meal for a few friends.
Mary Jo took a bite of the sandwich and all but purred. I havent had a BLT this good since that picnic you had out here that Fourth of July, do you remember? You made BLTs and carrot cake. I have missed this.
That started a conversation about the better old days that eventually spread to include Adam and even Warren. Jesse met my eyes and grimaced in sympathy.
I didnt know if Christy was taking over my home on purpose or by accident, but I had my suspicions. I knew what I would do if someone else had Adam. I might use my fangs or a gun instead of a BLT dinner, but Christys weapons were different from mine. I did know that the only way to take control back was to be a witchand that was just another way of losing.