"Freezing," she agreed. "I like your coat."
"Thanks," I said, unbuttoning it, then adding it to the stack on the seat. "It was a gift." And since I was proud of them, I stuck out a leg beside the booth and showed off my boots.
"Hello, gorgeous," Mallory quietly said, sliding a finger along one leathered shin. "If he's buying you gear like that, I certainly hope you're sleeping with him."
She looked back at me and grinned, and I saw - for a moment - the old Mallory in her eyes. Relief rushed through my chest.
"He didn't buy them, but he has no complaints." I cleared my throat nervously, preparing for the confession I hadn't yet made to her. "I don't know if you heard, but we're actually living together. I moved into his apartments."
Her eyes widened. "And I thought we'd start with some awkward 'How's your family' type stuff." She paused, looked down at the table, then up at me again. "You're living together?"
I nodded, waiting while she processed the information and reached a conclusion. Honestly, her deliberation made me nervous. She'd been there from the beginning; she had been in the room the first time I'd confronted Ethan. She knew our potential - and limitations - as well as anyone else.
After a moment, she linked her fingers together and gazed at me with motherly concern. "You don't think you're moving too quickly with him?"
"I've moved one flight of stairs."
"Yeah, into the Master's suite. That's the vampire version of a penthouse."
"It's also approximately ten times larger and more luxe than my former room," I reminded her. "Relationship or not, you shouldn't deny me fine linens and turndown service."
Mallory narrowed her eyes. "Darth Sullivan does not get turndown service."
"He does," I said. "With drinks and truffles."
"How very . . . Sullivan," she said with an amused smile. "Don't get me wrong. I like Sullivan. I think he's good for you in his way. And you two certainly have a vibe. A strong one."
"Strong enough that it could have become hatred as easily as love," I agreed.
"I think you did hate him for a time," Mallory said. "And love and hate are both strong emotions. Flip sides of the same coin. The thing is, he's just so . . ."
"Stodgy?" I offered, thinking of my earlier accusation.
"Old," she said. "Four hundred years old, or something? I just don't want you to rush anything."
"We aren't," I assured her. "For once, we're actually both on the same page about our relationship. What about you? How are things with Catcher?"
Catcher, Mallory's boyfriend, had moved into her town house right before I moved into Cadogan House, but they'd been off and on since her recent escapades. Understandably, he hadn't taken her magical betrayal lightly.
"They're developing," she shyly said, picking at a thread on one of her sleeves. Her hands still bore the faint scars of her attempt to unleash powerful black magic on the world.
A few weeks ago I wouldn't have pushed her to elaborate, mostly because I didn't want to raise uncomfortable subjects. But if we were going to root ourselves in friend territory once again, we were going to have to stop dancing around the tough issues.
"I'm going to need more information than that," I said.
She shrugged, but there was a hint of a smile in her eyes. "We're seeing each other. I wouldn't say we're back to where we were - he still doesn't trust me, and I understand that - but I think we're better."
My protective instincts kicked in. Mallory undoubtedly had her issues, but she was still my girl. "He's not being obnoxious, is he?"
Mallory gave me a flat look. "We're talking about Catcher. He's always obnoxious. But not the way you mean. He's moved into overly protective. Lots of checking in on me, lots of making sure I'm eating and sleeping well."
"He's worried about you," I said.
"And," she said, drawing out the word, "he's feeling guilty that he didn't intervene the first time around. He's such a hands-off person. I mean, not romantically. He's very hands-on, if you get my drift."
"I have no interest in your drift," I said, gesturing her to keep going.
"The thing is, I think he hates himself a little bit because he didn't see what I was doing."