Domino for last because they distracted me. Domino's hair was black and white curls, mostly black today, with just a few white, which meant that the last couple of times he'd shapeshifted he'd done black tiger. His hair tended to reflect whether he'd last shifted into his white tiger or black tiger form. I wondered if Ethan's hair would change color with his shift. Domino had sunglasses that hid his eyes, because his eyes were always tiger eyes. They were deep reddish orange with spirals of gold through them, which was actually more black tiger than white genetically. He was only about an inch shorter than Nicky, but he tended to like boots with heels, so that added a couple of inches. Nicky was more a jogging-shoe kind of guy, but then he wasn't insecure about his height, not in the least. Domino wasn't insecure either, he just liked boots. He was one of my tigers to call. It was a different bond than with Nicky; Domino had free will. He could argue with me, fight, and tell me I was wrong. Nicky could do those things to a point, but if I gave him a direct order he'd do it. Domino followed my orders, but he had a choice.
With the jacket on, Domino looked much less muscled than I knew he was, but then clothes can hide a lot of good things, and I knew that what lay under his clothes was very good.
I was in the midst of giving Domino the smile he deserved when Ares said, "I feel ignored."
I glanced at him. "Sorry."
He grinned at me and took a breath to say something, but his eyes went behind me. Everyone looked behind me and it wasn't entirely friendly. I turned to find Raborn coming up behind us. He'd closed the door to Clark's office and she was on the phone.
"What do you want, Raborn?" I asked.
"Who's in charge of the muscle?" he asked, and he made sure his tone was offensive.
Nicky shoved a thumb in my direction. "Anita is."
Raborn gave him a look that said clearly, I don't believe you.
"It disappoints me, too," Ares said with a grin, "but she's it."
"What does 'it' mean?" Raborn asked.
"The boss, the big cheese, the head honcho, or honchette," Ares said. "She's it."
"Why would you listen to her?"
Ares looked at me. "Do we have to explain ourselves to him?"
"No," I said, "we don't."
Ares gave Raborn a big grin that filled his olive-green eyes with glee. "You heard her."
"You all fucking her?" Raborn asked.
I felt Edward tense beside me. "That was over the line, pardner." His Ted voice was a little strained around the edges. But it was the other men who were scary in that moment. They went quiet, but it was the quiet that a predator will use when it hunkers down in the long grass beside the trail. It was a tense, waiting quiet, and the energy coming off all of them raised the hair on my arms and tickled down my spine.
"Easy, guys," I said.
"He doesn't get to talk to you like that," Domino said in a low voice.
"No, he doesn't," I said. I sighed and looked up at Raborn. "Do you want me to bring you up on sexual harassment charges?"
"Since when is the truth grounds for harassment?" he asked. His eyes were angry, defiant. I thought in that moment that Socrates was right; it was the fact that I was a woman. Cops usually thought policewomen were only two things: bitches or sluts. I had a reputation for both.
I stood there and thought of several replies, none of them helpful. Raborn said, "So it's true then?"
I let out a breath, and smiled at him. "Actually, I'm fucking" - I pointed to Nicky and he stepped forward - "and" - I pointed at Domino, who moved up to join Nicky. "I forget anyone?" I asked gazing down the line.
Most of them shook their heads, faces very serious. Bobby Lee just stared at Raborn; it was not a good look, or rather it was a very good look if your sense of self-preservation was low.
"See, Raborn, I'm only fucking two of them. Does that make you feel any better?"
He blushed, except the color spread past his hairline and didn't stay red. He was turning a sort of purple. Either it was the darkest blush I'd ever seen, or he was just that angry. Either way, the reaction was sweet and insulting.