Bea said.
‘I don’t, and then I think how oblivious I’ve been and I wonder what I’m missing this time.’
‘I look forward to meeting Janet,’ Micah said.
Jerry nodded. ‘Let me know if she tries to sleep with you, okay?’
‘It won’t happen this time,’ he said.
Jerry just looked at him.
‘But I promise, I’ll tell you if it does.’
Jerry looked at Nathaniel. ‘You, too, pretty boy.’
Nathaniel smiled, and then looked uncomfortable and finally just said, ‘I’ll tell Micah and Anita.’
‘We’ll tell you,’ I said.
‘And I don’t think I like you calling Nathaniel pretty boy,’ Micah said. ‘It sounds dismissive, and he’s too important to me for that.’
Jerry spread his hands wide. ‘Sorry, it’s just he is pretty, and I’m having a moment of insecurity, okay?’
‘My men, they do have that effect on people,’ I said. I tried to make a joke of it.
Jerry wasn’t really in the mood for jokes, apparently, because he said, ‘I’d just make a blanket request that if Janet tries to hit on any of your guys, someone tells me.’ He was looking behind me.
I looked back at the guards who were sitting at the counter. I tried to see them from Jerry’s point of view. They were all taller, more muscled, and more obviously dangerous. He was as good-looking as Bram or Ares, but Dev and Nicky, not really. Nicky wasn’t much ahead of them, but Dev, he was almost as beautiful as Nathaniel and Micah. The real difference was that Dev was a more masculine beauty and my main sweeties were closer to the androgynous and even feminine-beauty side.
‘Don’t feel bad, Jerry; sometimes it makes me feel insecure to date them.’
He frowned at me. ‘Why?’
‘I’ve broken the girl rule,’ I said.
‘What rule?’
‘Never date anyone prettier than you are.’
Jerry looked at me, still frowning. He glanced at Micah. ‘Is she teasing me?’
Micah shook his head. ‘No.’
‘If you think my brother and even Lavender Eyes here are prettier than you are, then you are not looking in the same mirror that I am.’
It was my turn to frown.
‘Just say it, Jerry; Anita won’t get it any other way.’
‘Understand what?’
‘You are one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen. The look on your face says you don’t know that.’
‘Don’t believe it,’ I said.
‘Why not?’
I shrugged. ‘My childhood trauma can wait for another day. Didn’t someone mention food?’
‘You’re changing the subject,’ Jerry said. ‘I’ve never met a woman who wanted to change the subject after you’d called her beautiful.’
‘Anita isn’t like any other woman I’ve ever met,’ Micah said, and kissed my cheek. I turned so he could kiss me on the lips and so I could kiss him back.
Bea beamed at us. ‘When can I expect grandchildren?’
‘I can’t have children,’ Micah said. He didn’t explain that he’d had himself fixed because Chimera had enjoyed getting the female shapeshifters pregnant and then watching them lose the babies when they shapeshifted. Without serious and hard-to-find help, no female wereanimal could carry beyond a couple of months. The change was too violent for the body to hold on to a fetus. Micah hadn’t wanted to cause such pain and he’d never expected to be rescued from Chimera, not until he met me.
‘I’m so sorry,’ Bea said. She smiled gently at her son and then turned the smile on Nathaniel. ‘Any children you have with Nathaniel and Anita would be yours just like all of our kids are both Ty’s and Rush’s. I still want grandchildren no matter who the bio-dad is,’ she said.
Nathaniel looked startled, and then looked to Micah, who said, ‘I agree with my mom.’
Nathaniel smiled and looked so happy, but … ‘I am not planning on getting pregnant,’ I said.
‘Career first,’ Bea said. ‘I understand.’
‘No, my career isn’t really the point. I’m just not the maternal type.’
‘You don’t want to have children?’ Bea asked.
‘Not really.’
‘If I were the girl, we’d already be pregnant,’ Nathaniel said. ‘I’m more domestic and I love kids.’
I gave him a dirty look.
Micah shook his head and smiled. ‘Let’s eat dinner before we have to go back to the hospital and before Anita gets too uncomfortable.’
‘Okay,’ Bea said, ‘everyone’s brought so much food we could feed a small army.’ She got briskly to her feet, as if she had a plan. She was going to either drop the subject as asked, or make sure I was around as many small, cute children as possible, as if there were a pheromone in their tiny bodies that would turn on my biological clock. I’d seen Frost and