"Argued with your back-fence neighbor," Adam said, his voice very gentle.
"And watched him when he wasn't looking," I agreed. "Because every once in a while, especially after a full moon hunt, he'd forget that I could see in the dark, and he'd run around naked in the backyard."
He laughed silently. "I never forgot you could see in the dark," he admitted.
"Oh." I thought about it for a while. "That's pretty good. Not quite up to my slowly eroding Rabbit, but you get points for that."
Adam was a neat and tidy person, the kind of man who walks into a room and straightens the paintings. For years I used the junker car in my backyard to exact revenge for high-handed orders I had to follow. Had to follow because they weren't just high-handed--they were smart. When I was particularly annoyed, I'd remove tires-- never all four--and leave the trunk open or one of the doors, just to bother him.
He, evidently, had run around naked to bother me. I thought about that a moment more.
"Thank you for the years of entertainment," I said.
"No trouble," he responded in a serious voice. "Now that we're married, are you finally going to do something with that car? Like tow it away or store it somewhere out of sight?"
I took a deep breath--and my lungs seemed to be working just fine with the awful my-father-who- wasn't-my father lump in my stomach gone.
"I'll think about it," I told him. "Maybe you should put it on your What I Want for Christmas List?"
"You okay now?" he asked.
"Okay."
He tightened his arms and lifted me off my feet. "Mercy?" he growled into my ear.
I wrapped my legs around his waist. "Yeah," I said. "Me, too."
Adam could have died last night. I could have died twenty minutes ago. I wasn't willing to waste a moment more.
At some point in the night he kissed my pawprint tattoo and laughed. "Did you really tell Coyote this was a wolf print?"
"To you, it is a coyote print," I said firmly. "For him, it is a wolf print. Only I and my tattoo artist know for sure."
I WOKE IN THE MORNING TO THE SOUND OF ADAM'S stomach growling under my ear.
"Sorry," he said. "Too many changes and not enough food."
I patted his hard belly and kissed it. "Poor thing," I told it. "Doesn't Adam treat you right? No worries. I'll go feed you."
My head bounced when Adam laughed.
"Let's go find someplace to eat breakfast and get some groceries." And then he proved that even when he was distracted, he still listened to me. "And some clothes for you."
WHILE I WAS DRESSING, I NOTICED THE NUMBER WRITTEN on the palm of my hand and remembered I was supposed to make a phone call.
"Yes?" Jim's voice was wary.
"Coyote told me to call you," I told him. "He said that you wouldn't believe that he was real unless I did."
The man on the other side of the phone didn't even breathe.
Adam grinned at me as he buttoned up his shirt.
"How is your husband?" Jim asked politely.
"He's fine." Even the red mark was gone. How fast a wound healed varied from wolf to wolf and wound to wound. As Alpha, Adam tended to heal even faster than most. I'd expected that to change since we were so far from the pack, but evidently it hadn't.
"How are Hank's head and Benny's foot?" I asked.