The Lunatic Cafe

31



A hot bath. Once more in the oversize T-shirt, sweatpants, and socks. I was going to be the worst-dressed person in the room. I was planning to replace that black robe at the first opportunity.



They were sitting on the couch, each as far away from the other as they could get. Jean-Claude was sitting like a mannequin, one arm on the back of the couch, the other on the arm of the couch. One foot rested atop his knee showing his soft boots to perfection. Richard was curled on his side of the couch, one knee clutched to his naked chest, the other knee curled on the couch.



Richard looked comfortable. Jean-Claude looked as if he were waiting for a roving photographer to come by. The two men in my life. I could barely stand it.



"I've got to get some sleep, so everybody who isn't staying, out."



"If you are referring to me, ma petite, I have no intention of leaving. Unless Richard goes with me."



"Stephen told you why I'm here," Richard said. "She's hurt and doesn't need to be alone."



"Look at her, Richard. Does she look hurt?" He held up a graceful hand. "I admit she has sustained some damage. But she does not need your help. Perhaps she doesn't even need mine."



"I invited Richard to stay over. I did not invite you."



"But you didinvite me, ma petite."



"First, please stop calling me that. Second, when did I invite you?"



"'The last time I was here. In August I believe."



Shit, I'd forgotten. It was beyond careless. I'd endangered Richard. Things were working out, but I hadn't known that when I left him here alone, alone in a place where Jean-Claude could come and go at will.



"I can take care of that right now," I said.



"If a dramatic gesture will please you, then be my guest. But Richard must not spend the night."



"Why not?"



"I think you are one of those women that where you give your body, there, too, is your heart. If you sleep with our Monsieur Zeeman, I think it might be the point of no return."



"Sex isn't a commitment," I said.



"For most people, no, but for you, I think it is."



The fact that he knew me that well brought heat in a rush up my face. Damn him. "I don't plan on sleeping with him."



"I believe you, ma petite, but I see the way your eyes follow him. He sits there looking luscious and warm and very alive. If I had not been here when you came home, would you have resisted?"



"Yes."



He shrugged. "Perhaps. Your strength of will is frightening, but I cannot take that chance."



"You don't trust me not to molest him?"



Again that shrug that could have meant anything. His smile was inviting and condescending.



"Why? You got the hots for him yourself?"



The question caught him off guard. The surprise on his face was worth the outraged look on Richard's face. Jean-Claude looked at Richard. He gave him his full attention. He stared at Richard, eyes roaming his body in a slow, intimate dance. His gaze ended not on his groin or his chest, but on his neck. "It is true that the blood of shapeshifters can be sweeter than human blood. It is a wild ride if you can manage it without getting torn apart."



"You sound like a rapist," I said.



His smile blossomed in a surprised flash of fangs. "It is not a bad comparison."



"That was an insult, you know," I said.



"I know it was meant as such."



"I thought we had an agreement," Richard said.



"We do."



"You can sit there and talk about taking me for food, and we've still got an agreement."



"It would be enjoyable to take you for many reasons, but we have an agreement. I won't go back on it."



"What agreement?" I asked.



"We are exploring our mutual powers," Jean-Claude said.



"What does that mean exactly?" I asked.



"We're not sure," Richard said. "We haven't worked out the details yet."



"We've just agreed not to kill each other, ma petite. Give us a little time to plan beyond that."



"Fine. Then both of you get out."



Richard sat up straighter on the couch. "Anita, you heard Lillian. You need to be woken every hour just in case."



"I'll set an alarm. Look, Richard, I'm fine. Get dressed and go."



He looked puzzled and a little hurt. "Anita."



Jean-Claude didn't look hurt or puzzled. He looked smug.



"Richard's not spending the night. Happy?"



"Yes."



"And you're not spending the night, either."



"I had not planned to." He stood, turning to face me. "I will leave as soon as I've had my good-night kiss."



"Your what?"



"My kiss." He came around the couch to stand in front of me. "I will admit I had envisioned you wearing something a little more"--he tugged on my sleeve--"salacious, but one takes what one can get."



I jerked the sleeve out of his fingers. "You haven't gotten anything yet."



"True, but I am hopeful."



"I don't know why," I said.



"The agreement between Richard and me is predicated on the fact that we are all dating. You date Richard, and you date me. We both woo you. One cozy little family."



"Can you speed this up? I want to get to bed."



A slight frown appeared between his eyes. "Anita, you are not making this easy."



"Hurrah," I said.



The frown smoothed out as he sighed. "You would think I would give up on you ever being easy."



"Yes," I said, "you would."



"A good-night kiss, ma. . . Anita. If you truly intend to date me, it will not be the last."



I glared up at him. I wanted to tell him to go to hell, but there was something about the way he stood there. "If I say no kiss, what then?"



"I go away for tonight." He took that step closer to me that put us almost touching. The cloth of his shirt brushed the front of my T-shirt. "But if you give Richard kisses and do not allow me such privileges, then the agreement is off. If I cannot touch you, and he can, it is hardly fair."



I'd agreed to the dating because it seemed like a good idea at the time, but now... I hadn't really thought through all the implications. Dating, kissing, making out. Yikes! "I don't kiss until after the first date."



"But you have already kissed me, Anita."



"Not willingly," I said.



"Tell me you did not enjoy it, ma petite."



I'd have loved to lie, but neither of them would have bought it. "You are an intrusive bastard."



"Not as intrusive as I would like to be," he said.



"You don't have to do anything you don't want to do," Richard said. He was on his knees on the couch, hands gripping the back.



I shook my head. I wasn't sure I could explain it out loud, but if we were really going to do this, Jean-Claude was right. I couldn't hold Richard's hand and not his. Though it did give me a real incentive not to go all the way with Richard. Tit for tat and all that.



"After our first date you can have a willing kiss, not before," I said. I was going to give it the old college try.



He shook his head. "No, Anita. You yourself told me you liked Richard, not just loved him. That you could see spending your life with him, but not with me. Perhaps he is a more likable fellow. I cannot compete in niceness."



"That's certainly gospel," I said.



He stared down at me with his blue, blue eyes. No drag of power, but there was a weight to his gaze. Not magic, but dangerous all the same.



"But in one area I can compete." I could feel his gaze on my body as if he'd touched me. The weight of his gaze made me shiver.



"Stop it."



"No." One word, soft, caressing. His voice was one of his best things. "One kiss, Anita, or we can end it here, tonight. I will not lose you without a struggle."



"You'd fight Richard tonight, just because I won't kiss you."



"It is not the kiss, ma petite. It is what I saw tonight when you met him at the door. I see you forming a couple before my eyes. I must interfere now, or all is lost."



"You'll use your voice to trap her," Richard said.



"I promise, no tricks tonight."



If he said no tricks, he meant it. Once he gave his word he kept it. Which also meant he would fight Richard tonight over a kiss. I'd left both guns in the bedroom. I thought we were safe for tonight. I was too damn tired to do this tonight.



"Okay," I said.



"You don't have to do anything you don't want to, Anita," Richard said.



"If we are all going to go down in a bloody mess, let it be over something more important than a kiss."



"You want to do it," Richard said. "You want to kiss him." He didn't sound pleased.



What was I supposed to say? "What I want most right this moment is to go to bed, alone. I want some sleep." That at least was the truth. Maybe not all of the truth, but enough to earn me a puzzled frown from Richard, and an exasperated sigh from Jean-Claude.



"Then if it is such a distasteful duty, let it be done quickly," Jean-Claude said.



We were standing so close, he didn't have to make a full step to press the line of his body against mine. I tried to put my hands up, to keep our bodies apart. My hands slid over the bare skin of his stomach. I jerked back from him, balling my hands into fists. The feel of his skin clung to my hands.



"What is it, ma petite?"



"Leave her alone," Richard said. He was standing beside the couch, hands in loose fists. Power prickled along my skin. His power creeping outward like a slow-moving wind. His hair had spilled over one side of his face. He looked out through a curtain of hair. His face had fallen into shadows. Light gleamed along his naked skin, painting it in shades of grey, gold, and black. He stood there looking suddenly primal. A low, spine-brushing grow trickled through the room.



"Stop it, Richard."



"He is using his powers on you." His voice was unrecognizable. A low, bass growl that was sliding away from human. I was glad for the shadows. Glad I couldn't see what was happening to his face.



I'd been so worried about Jean-Claude starting a fight, it hadn't occurred to me that Richard might pick one. "He isn't using powers on me. I touched his bare skin. That's all."



He stepped forward into the light, and his face was normal. What was happening inside that smooth throat, behind those kissable lips, to make his voice sound monstrous?



"Get dressed and get out."



"What?" His lips moved but that growling voice rolled out. It was like watching a badly dubbed movie.



"If Jean-Claude isn't allowed to attack you, then you sure as hell aren't allowed to attack him. I thought he was the only monster I had to deal with. If you can't behave like a human being, Richard, get out."



"What of my kiss, ma petite?"



"You have both pushed it about as far as it's going to go tonight," I said. "Everybody out."



Jean-Claude's laugh filled the shadowed dark. "As you like, Anita Blake. I am suddenly not so worried about you and Monsieur Zeeman."



"Before you start congratulating yourself, Jean-Claude--I revoke my invitation."



There was a sound like a low sonic pop. A great roaring filled the room. The door smashed open, banging against the wall. A wind rushed in like an invisible river, tugging at our clothes, flinging our hair across our eyes.



"You don't have to do this," Jean-Claude said.



"Yes," I said, "I do."



It was as if an invisible hand shoved him through the door. Slamming the door shut behind him.



"I'm sorry," Richard said. The growl was slipping away. His voice was almost normal. "It is too close to the full moon to get this angry."



"I don't want to hear it," I said. "Just go."



"Anita, I am sorry. I don't usually lose control like this. Even this close to the full moon."



"What was different tonight?"



"I've never been in love before. It seems to break my concentration."



"Jealousy will do that to you," I said.



"Tell me I don't have reason to be jealous, Anita. Make me believe it."



I sighed. "Go away, Richard. I've still got to clean my guns and knife before I can go to bed."



He smiled and shook his head. "I guess tonight didn't reassure you about how human I am." He walked around the couch and bent over, retrieving his sweater from the floor, where it lay neatly folded.



He pulled the sweater over his head. He pulled a ponytail holder from his jeans pocket, and tied his hair back. I could see the muscles in his arms work even through the sweater. He slipped his shoes on, bending over to tie them.



His coat was long, falling to his ankles. In the half light it looked like a cape.



"I don't suppose I get a kiss, either."



"Good night, Richard," I said.



He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Good night, Anita."



He left. I locked the door. I cleaned my weapons and went to bed. After the show that Richard and Jean-Claude had put on, the Browning was about the only thing I wanted in bed with me tonight. All right, the gun and one stuffed penguin.