“Oh, I had to consider the calories,” I said, patting my rear end.
“There’s nothing wrong with you, front or back,” Quinn said, and the warmth in his eyes made me feel like basking. I knew I was curvier than the ideal. I’d actually heard Holly tell Danielle that anything over a size eight was simply disgusting. Since a day I got into an eight was a happy day for me, I’d felt pretty forlorn for all of three minutes. I would have related this conversation to Quinn if I hadn’t been sure it would sound like I was angling for a compliment.
“Let the restaurant be my treat,” I said.
“With all due respect to your pride, no, I won’t.” Quinn looked me right in the eyes to make sure I knew he meant it.
We’d reached the sidewalk by that time. Surprised at his vehemence, I didn’t know how to react. On one level, I was relieved, since I have to be careful with my money. On another level, I knew it was right for me to offer and I would have felt good if he’d said that would be fine.
“You know I’m not trying to insult you, right?” I said.
“I understand that you’re being equal.”
I looked up at him doubtfully, but he was serious. Quinn said, “I believe you are absolutely as good as me in every way. But I asked you out, and I am providing the financial backup for our date.”
“What if I asked you out?”
He looked grim. “Then I’d have to sit back and let you take care of the evening,” he said. He said it reluctantly, but he said it. I looked away and smiled.
Cars were pulling out of the parking lot at a steady pace. Since we’d taken our time leaving the theater, Quinn’s car was looking lonely in the second row. Suddenly, my mental alarm went off. Somewhere close, there was a lot of hostility and evil intent. We had left the sidewalk to cross the street to the parking lot. I gripped Quinn’s arm and then let it go so we could clear for action.
“Something’s wrong,” I said.
Without replying, Quinn began scanning the area. He unbuttoned his suit coat with his left hand so he could move without hindrance. His fingers curled into fists. Since he was a man with a powerful protective urge, he stepped ahead of me, in front of me.
So of course, we were attacked from behind.
8
IN A BLUR OF MOVEMENT THAT COULDN’T BE BROKEN down into increments my eye could clearly recognize, a beast knocked me into Quinn, who stumbled forward a step. I was on the ground underneath the snarling half man, half wolf by the time Quinn wheeled, and as soon as he did, another Were appeared, seemingly out of nowhere, to leap on Quinn’s back.
The creature on top of me was a brand-new fresh half Were, so young he could only have been bitten in the past three weeks. He was in such a frenzy that he had attacked before he had finished with the partial change that a bitten Were can achieve. His face was still elongating into a muzzle, even as he tried to choke me. He would never attain the beautiful wolf form of the full-blooded Were. He was “bitten, not blood,” as the Weres put it. He still had arms, he still had legs, he had a body covered with hair, and he had a wolf ’s head. But he was just as savage as a full-blood.
I clawed at his hands, the hands that were gripping my neck with such ferocity. I wasn’t wearing my silver chain tonight. I’d decided it would be tacky, since my date was himself a shifter. Being tacky might have saved my life, I thought in a flash, though it was the last coherent thought I had for a few moments.
The Were was straddling my body, and I brought my knees up sharply, trying to give him a big enough jolt that he’d loosen his hold. There were shrieks of alarm from the few remaining pedestrians, and a higher, more piercing shriek from Quinn’s attacker, whom I saw flying through the air as if he’d been launched from a cannon. Then a big hand grasped my attacker by his own neck and lifted him. Unfortunately, the half beast who had his hands wrapped around my throat didn’t let me go. I began to rise from the pavement, too, my throat becoming more and more