obligingly held it open. Which was just as well, 'cuz otherwise she'd have kicked it down.
* * * * *
Janet vastly preferredBoston in the spring, and as cities went,Boston was not awful. Parts of it—the harbor, the aquarium—were actually kind of cool.
Thinking of the New England Aquarium—all those fish, lobsters, squid, and sharks—made her stomach growl. She'd been too annoyed to eat lunch, and when she had walked out of the reception, she had also walked out on her supper.
She turned onto a side street, taking a short-cut to Legal Sea Foods, a restaurant that did not suck.
She'd have a big bowl of clam chowder, and some raw oysters, and a steak, and a lobster. And maybe something for dessert. And a drink. Maybe three.
A scent caught her attention, forcing a split-second decision. She turned onto another street, one much less crowded, curious to see if the men were going to keep following her.
They were. She hadn't seen their faces, just caught their scents as they swung around to follow her onPark Street . They smelled like desperation and stale coffee grounds. She was well dressed, and probably looked prosperous to them. Prime pickings.
She turned again, this time down a deserted alley. If the two would-be robbers thought they were keeping her from supper, they were out of their teeny, tiny minds.
She could easily outrun them, but that would mean kicking off her high heels. The stupid pinchy shoes cost almost thirty bucks! She wasn't leaving them in aBoston alley.
If push came to shove, she'd bounce her stalkers off the bricks. Possibly more than once, the mood she was in.
"Halt, gentlemen."
Janet jumped. There was a man standing at the end of the alley, and she hadn't known he was there until he spoke up. She hadn't smelled him, even though he was upwind. When was the last time that had happened?
He was tall—over six feet—and well built, for someone who wasn't pack. His shoulders were broad and he definitely had the look of a man used to working with his hands. He had blond hair the color of wheat, and his eyes—even from fifteen feet away she could see their vivid color—wereMediterranean blue. He was wearing all black—
dress slacks, a shirt open at the throat, a duster that went almost all the way to his heels.
And—what's this now? He was squinting in the poor light of the alley, and slipping on a pair of sunglasses. Sunglasses—how weird was that, at ten-thirty at night?
"I have business with the young lady," Weirdo continued, walking toward them. His hands were open, relaxed. She knew he wasn't carrying a weapon. He moved with the grace of a dancer; if she hadn't been so fucking hungry she might have liked to watch him prance around. "Much kinder business, I think, than you two. So be on your way, all right?" Then, in a lower voice, "Don't be afraid, miss. I won't hurt you. Hardly at all."
"Stand aside, four eyes," she snapped, and with barely a glance, she stiff-armed him into the side of the building and hurried past. She had no time for would-be muggers, and less for Mr. Sunglasses-At-Night. Let the three of them fight it out. She had a date with a dead lobster.
Behind her, Sunglasses yelped in surprise. There was a flat smack as he hit the wall, then slid down. She'd tossed him a little harder than she meant—oopsie—and then the other two jumped him, and she was out of the alley.
She could see the restaurant up ahead. Just a few more steps and she could order. Just a few more…
She stopped.
Don't you dare!
Turned.
C'mon, enough already! They're human…it's none of your business.
She started back toward the alley. Sunglasses was a weirdo, but he was vulnerable to attack because of what she had done. Yeah, they were human, but it was one thing to mind your own business, and another to turn your back on a mess you helped make.
You moron! Who knows when you'll get to eat now?
"Fuck off, inner voice," she said aloud. People thought the outer Janet was a bitch; God forbid they should ever meet the inner Janet.
She stepped into the alley to help, and was just in time to see the second mugger crumple to the filthy street. The first was half in and half out of the dumpster.
And Sunglasses was hurrying, hurrying toward her, licking the blood off his knuckles.
"As I was saying before you tossed me against the wall, I have business with you, miss.