"Did you just quote Pride and Prejudice?" Jacob asked.
"I guess I did, embarrassing, sorry."
"I wouldn’t have known what book, or who you quoted," Nicky said, not like he was happy with it.
"But I get what you mean with the quote," Jacob said; "my hair is starting to gray and I’ve never taken a real mate. I’ve never committed to a territory and my pride is all males, except for one, and she’s not into guys, so it’s not a problem."
"We travel too much for women and kids," Nicky said.
Jacob nodded. "That’s what I keep telling myself. Now get in the car, Anita. We’ve still got a job to do. Remember what I said about controlling your side of the problem. Nothing we could do would be worth the lives of your lovers."
"Agreed," I said.
He handed me my jacket. I slipped it back over the empty shoulder rig, but still had the big knife down my spine. He held the passenger door for me, and I didn’t protest the gallantry, though under the circumstances it seemed weirder than normal. Nicky got in behind me and leaned against the back of my seat. "I wish you weren’t the job, Anita."
"Me, too," I said, and meant it, though probably not for the same reason he did.
Jacob got in behind the wheel and said, "Buckle up; it’ll slow you down by a few seconds if you decide to do something stupid."
I buckled up. "So we go on with your plan?"
"Yes," he said, "nothing’s changed."
"So you’ll still kill the people I love if I don’t raise the dead for your client?"
"Yes," he said.
"Yes," Nicky said from behind me.