signature cave-deep look. Lisandro gave him cold eyes back, and it was a stare that would have given a lot of people pause, but Olaf wasn't most people, and neither was Lisandro. "Save the scary stares for the civilians."
Someone's phone began to go off. It took me a few seconds to realize it was mine. The song was "Bad to the Bone," by George Thorogood. I'd managed to figure out how to get the song "Wild Boys" off as my main ring tone, but Nathaniel had chosen a lot of individual ring tones; I hadn't caught them all yet. Nicky didn't seem to want to let go of my hand so I could get the phone. That answered the question about whether it had bothered him that he hadn't had more attention when I first saw him.
"Yeah," I said, when I finally answered the phone; I admit it was something of a snarl.
"Anita?" It was Edward's voice, but he made my name a question.
"Yeah, I'm here, I mean, it's me. What's up?"
"Is everything all right on your end?"
"Yes, yes, what's up?"
"Did you run into Jefferies at the emergency room?" he asked.
"Olaf has a wrist cast, but its not really him that's causing the problem." I walked away from the other men. Nicky trailed me. I started to tell him not to, but I wasn't sure if he and the other guards had decided I wasn't allowed to be alone, and I didn't want to argue, I just wanted to talk to Edward.
When the only person who could hear was Nicky, I spoke to Edward. "Olaf was flirting with a nurse at the hospital. She's petite, long, dark hair, just his type."
"She looks like you," Nicky said. He moved closer to me, his broad shoulders probably hiding me from the view of the others.
I glanced up at him, and he was actually too close, so I had to step back a touch to focus on his face. "No, she didn't," I said.
"No, she didn't what?" Edward asked.
"Nicky says the nurse looked like me. I disagree."
"Did Bernardo think she looked like you?" Edward asked.
"I don't know."
Nicky moved close again, putting his hand on my shoulder. I started to move away from him, but two things stopped me. First, he seemed to need to touch me. Second, I'd almost totally ignored him when he got to town. Third, it felt good for his hand to be on my shoulder. It was like that with almost everyone who was tied to me metaphysically; it felt good to touch and be touched.
"If Bernardo says she looks like you, then she does."
"I don't know what Bernardo thinks about it, but we already knew I fit his victim profile," I said.
"You fit it, but not absolutely; if he was flirting with a nurse that looks a lot like you, Anita, that could mean things. Bad things."
"It isn't good that he's looking to date a woman at all, Edward." Nicky put his hand on my other shoulder. I stayed stiff for a moment, and then let myself sink in against the front of his body. The moment he felt me relax in against him, he relaxed even more, folding his big arms across my shoulders, going all the way across the front of my body. He could have wrapped me around a second time with all that muscle. I put my free hand over one of his arms, sliding it over the swell of his muscles.
"I don't give a damn about some stranger, Anita. Either he's flirting with this woman to see if it bothers you, or he's trying to find a substitute because you won't date him."
"We can't let him date anyone, Edward. He doesn't date, he tortures and kills." I rested my face against Nicky's arm, wishing that his jacket weren't in the way. It was leather, and a new jacket that I'd bought him to fit over the extra inches of muscles he'd put on since moving in with us, but even the soft leather wasn't as good as bare flesh would have been to me in that moment. Now that I'd given in to touching him, I wanted more skin contact; it was part of the problem with giving in to touching him at all, that once I started I didn't want to stop. Touching Domino would have been the same; almost anyone I had a metaphysical tie to would have been the same. I wondered if Ethan would affect me like that eventually,