No human being could do what you truly want, no matter how psychically gifted they might be."
"And what do I truly want?"
"You want resurrection of the body and mind and soul. I'm good, Mr. Bennington, maybe the best. But no one, not even me, is that good."
He left then without another word, closing the door carefully behind him. Micah hugged me. "That was unpleasant."
I raised my face for a kiss, which he gave, and hugged him back. "Unpleasant," I said. "That's one word for it."
Nathaniel hugged me from behind, and I was suddenly sandwiched between my two live-in sweeties. Nathaniel kissed the top of my head. "Come to lunch, and Jason and I will flirt outrageously, and make you smile."
"As long as I'm left out of the flirting," Micah said.
"It's okay that you don't flirt in public," Nathaniel said, "you do fine at home."
Jason came to stand beside us. "If four's a crowd I can take a hint."
It was Micah who opened his arm and brought Jason into the group hug, which let Nathaniel do the same. We snuggled together for a moment, and Jason put his face against mine. "I don't know how you deal with clients all day, Anita."
"I could do without the grieving relatives, that's for sure," I said.
"One of these days," Mary said from behind us, "you have to tell me how you do that."
We broke from the hug enough for me to look at her. "Do what?"
She waved her hands at us all. "Three of the sexiest men I've seen in weeks and they're all here to take you to lunch. If you find one over thirty, throw him my way." It made me laugh, which is what she meant it to do. Mary had worked here as long as I had, and she'd seen worse displays of grief than Tony Bennington's.
I smiled to let her know it worked, and tried to shake the depressing feeling that I'd failed Bennington. I had told him the truth, but sometimes the last thing you want when you're grieving is truth.
"I have a couple that are way over thirty, Mary, but I didn't think you were into vampires."
She made a girlish squeal, which was a sound that should have been outlawed once you hit the other side of fifty, but Mary could still pull it off. I was under thirty and still couldn't do the squeal without feeling like an idiot. It was never a voluntary sound for me.
"See you after lunch, Mary."
"If I had all three of them with me, I would make it a long lunch."
I grinned, and then felt the blush start. I always had blushed easily, damn it.
Mary laughed, until Jason walked over to her and kissed her cheek, and then it was her turn to blush. We left the office laughing, with Mary joining us. "Go on with you, cheeky kid," she said to Jason, but was still bright-eyed with the attention.
"Cheeky, hmm," Jason said. I grabbed his arm and pulled him out the door before he could do whatever was behind that gleam in his eyes. I wasn't sure if Mary would thank me later, or be disappointed.
We got to a booth in a restaurant that was near enough to my work that we'd walked-Micah and I in our suits, and the other two looking like gym bunnies who'd escaped to be among us mere mor tals. They had put on summer-weight workout pants over the shorts, which they'd gotten out of Jason's car. Nathaniel had even added a lightweight jacket. He knew that I wasn't always comfy with a lot of attention, even if I wasn't the one attracting it. Micah looked as cute in less clothes as they did, but he, like me, didn't usually flash unless at home. We were shy, but it was a sliding scale. We were shy in comparison to Jason and Nathaniel, but then so were most people. I appreciated them putting on more clothes and told them so. I also asked them, "If you had more clothes, why did you wear less to pick me up at work?"
"Mary likes it when we flirt with her," Nathaniel said.
"So if it had been nighttime and Craig was on duty, you'd have put on more clothes?" I asked.
"Yes," they said.
I let it go at that, because I'd learned to.
Micah and Jason were at either end of the circular booth, putting Nathaniel and me in the center, but it was easy for any of us who wanted to