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"Don't kill her!" he screeched before he even turned all the way around.
"It's nice to see you, too, Derik," Michael said, yellow eyes glinting in amusement. And . . . something else. Surprise? No. Shock. They were both shocked, and covering.
"Uh. . . "
"This is the part where he says, 'I can explain'," Sara said helpfully.
"I sure as shit hope so," Jeannie said. She was looking bodaciously gorgeous as usual, with that shoulder-length mess of sun-colored curls, freckled nose, and flinty gaze. Terrifyingand beautiful, the perfect mate for his alpha. Right now she was nervously chewing on her lower lip. "Start talking, or I start shooting. "
Sara was slowly getting to her feet. "Did you guys hear all that? You know, what he was babbling while you were walking up to us? Because I'm kind of curious, too. Not that it's not nice to meet you. Because it is, I'm sure. But what brings you here?"
Jeannie and Michael looked at each other, then looked at Sara. "We had to drop off a friend. She doesn't fly. Then I saw you, so we came over. "
"That makes perfect sense," Sara said. Derik was amazed; she wasn't scared at all. Meanwhile, his adrenal gland had dumped what felt like about six gallons of fight-or-flight into his system. "I can't imagine werewolves like to fly. Stuck in an iron tube hurtling through space. I mean, it freaks me out to think of it, and I'm not claustrophobic. I don't think. "
"Just. . . everybody stay calm," Derik said.
"Weare calm," Michael pointed out.
"Everybody relax, and I can explain everything. "
"Derik, we're fine," Sara said.
"Just, nobody panic. "
"What's the matter with you?" Jeannie asked. "You're all twitchy and sweaty. You're usually much more laid back. "
"Well. You're armed, which makes me kind of nervous. And, uh, I didn't—we didn't—expect to see you here. Today, I mean. At the train station. "
"We didn't expect to see you, either," Jeannie said. "And with a friend. " Blond eyebrows wiggled suggestively.
Michael stepped close and sniffed Sara. "Agood friend," he said.
"Quit that," Sara said, throwing up an elbow. "It creeps me right the hell out. "
Jeannie cleared her throat. "Please note how I restrained myself from smelling your butt. "
"For which I will be forever grateful," Sara giggled. "Seriously, cut it out. " She shoved Michael back, gently enough. "If you want to know something, just ask me. "
"Are you Morgan Le Fay?"
"Well, urn, yes. "
"But she's not evil," Derik said quickly.
"She doesn't smell evil," Michael agreed. He added, "Evil usually smells a little more clove-like. But what I really want to know—"
"I want to know why I haven't gotten a hug," Jeannie said, spreading her arms wide. Relieved, Derik stepped close for the embrace, and then Jeannie's face shot over to the left and the entire side of his face was numb.
"Ow!"
"That's for putting my kids and husband in danger while you concentrated on getting laid," she snapped, tapping the butt of her Clock.
"Yeah," Michael said, a familiar look on hisface —amusement and disconcertedness. Jeannie had, literally, beaten him to the punch. "What she said. "
"Hey, working on saving the world here, okay?" he snapped back, rubbing his sore cheek.
"That's why I didn't shoot you. "
"And what 'kids'? There's just Lara, because you're, like, five minutes pregnant. "
"Seven weeks. "
"Congratulations," Sara said. "Don't touch him again. "
Jeannie didn't even glance at her. At least she had taken her hand off her gun and buttoned her jacket back up, which was always a good sign. "But Derik, I swear to God, if you put my family injeopardy ever again because you've got a personal agenda. . . "
"Ow!"
"Yeah," Michael added, pointing to Derik's face. "Um, there'll be plenty more where that came from. "
"Don'ttouch himagain. "
"Or what, Red?" Jeannie asked, supremely unimpressed.
"Or I'll make you eat that Ann Taylor knock-off. "
Jeannie gasped. "It'snot a knockoff!"
"Regardless. Stop smacking him around. If anybody gets to hit him, I do. "
"Knock it off. This doesn't have anything to do with you, Red, so pipe down and shut the hell up. "
"How about instead I kick your ass up and down the railroad car?"
"I don't know about you," Michael said to Derik, "but I'm experiencing a fantastic degree of sexual arousal. "
"I'm too nervous to get hard," Derik muttered back. "Besides, I had kind of a bad night. " Then, louder: "Now, ladies, ladies . . . "
"I mean, talk about nerve," Sara was saying. "Sneaking up on us—"
"We walked up to you at five o'clock in the afternoon in broad daylight—"
"And being all annoying and threatening, and all we're doing is trying to save your ass, and everyone else's ass, and we get attitude for it—"
"He's chasing his dick instead of getting down to business! My kids are supposed to come before his sex life. And—and—"
"You never mind about his sex life. "
"I will when it's putting my family in danger. "
"Well then," Sara snapped back, "you'd better shoot me. "
Jeannie blinked.
Derik said, "Don't shoot her. "
"I'm waaaiting," Sara sang, folding her arms across her chest.
"Don't shoot her," Michael ordered.
"Aw, can't I? She's so mouthy, it'd be a pure pleasure. "
"Look who's talking," Michael muttered, giving his wife a squeeze.
"It won't work, anyway," Derik said. "Don't you think I tried to ice her? It's sort of all tied up in this mess we're in. "
"I'm sure I could pull it off," Jeannie announced.
"Try it, you dyed blond homicidal gun-toting weirdo. "
"I donot dye my hair!"
"Please stop," Derik begged.
"Stop," Michael said, not begging, and Jeannie and Sara both closed their mouths.
"Thank you," Derik said, relieved.
Michael was frowning. "Derik, you think we're here for a reason? For real? Because we thought we were here dropping a friend off because—because of something else. "
"Getting to shoot someone," Jeannie added, "would just be icing on the cake. "
Sara crossed her eyes at her and stuck out her tongue. Jeannie started tapping the butt of her gun again.
"Why don't we go get a drink, get off this train?" Derik suggested, jabbing Sara in the ribs at the same moment Michael jabbed Jeannie. "Talk about it?"
"Oh, going off and having a drink is your solution for everything," Jeannie snapped.
"It makes a pleasant change from me killing you, and my wife shooting your friend," Michael said.
"We could do that later," Sara suggested. "If you get, you know, bored. " .
Jeannie's forehead smoothed out, and she laughed, taken by surprise. Michael just shook his head, smiling.
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"So you've got money. "
"Yeah. "
"Okay, and you can take our car, we'll grab a rental for the trip back. "
"Thanks. "
"All right then. Good luck. "
"Mike, what's bugging you? It's not me blowing you off. "
"No?"
Derik looked over at Jeannie and Sara, who were standing in the doorway of the restaurant, pretending to be polite to each other. Well, it wasn't surprising. In his experience, strong-willed women usually didn't get along. And hardly anybody got along with Jeannie. It was the alpha thing—somebody needed to be in charge. It made her perfect for the Pack, but low on girlfriends. "No. I guess it's pretty bad. L guess you'd better tell me. "
Michael hesitated, then plunged. "We were really shocked to see you. Because Antonia . . . Antonia is very upset. "
"Upse
t like screaming foul names upset? Upset like—"
Mike didn't crack a smile. "She said it was too late. She was lying down all morning and then she came to us and said it was too late. That it couldn't be fixed. "
"Oh. Well. . . oh. "
"Yeah. "
"But. , . oh. "
"Yeah. So we were all hanging around the mansion waiting for the world to end—"
"I bet that was fun. "
"—and Rosie finally said she couldn't take it anymore, that if the world was going to end, she might as well head home for it, so we ran her up here to the train station. It was actually a relief to have something to do. "
Derik didn't know what to say. It couldn't beover. They hadn't even tried to get the bad guys yet. How could it be over? But Antonia was never wrong.
And now here was his friend, talking about the end of the world like it was a normal everyday thing.
"So," Michael continued, "I'm glad we didn't spend what might be our last day fighting. "
"Me, too. "
"Good luck," he added with a total lack of conviction.
"Mike," Derik said, then fell silent for a moment. Then, "It'll be all right. "
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. "
His friend shrugged. Derik still couldn't get over the weirdness of it all. They should be fighting. That's what an alpha did when a Pack member didn't do what he was told—kicked some ass. They should be fighting, and Jeannie should be doing what she did best, which was overreact when her family was in danger, and there should be a brawl right here on Milk Street.