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"I guess this phone's screwed up," he said to Sara. "It's not asking for change or anything. "
"Guess so," she replied, looking smug.
"You're scary," he said, and then, "Hello?"
"What are youdoing} Owww!" Antonia complained. "My head, goddamn it!"
"Well, don't yell if you've got a migraine," he said reasonably. "Listen, Antonia—"
"You chimp, what thehell are you doing?"
"Saving the world," he replied shortly. "My own way. And don't call me that. "
"Butshe's right there!"
"Duh. Listen, don't tell Mike, okay?"
"Aw, man, Derik, you're killing me," she complained. "You arefucking killing me!"
For a moment he actually thanked God that Antonia had a persecution complex. She was one of the few Pack members who would actually consider helping him deceive Michael. Moira, for example, would never, ever do it. She'd feel bad, she'd apologize the whole time she was kicking his ass and then dragging him by the scruff of the neck to take his medicine, but friendship was one thing, and Pack was Pack.
"Look, Antonia, I wouldn't let you twist in the wind on this. We've got a plan. I'm pretty sure it will work. "
"Pretty sure?Owww!"
"Look, I must be on the right track, or you would have ratted me out to Mike by now, right? I mean, your visions must be showing you that something's going right. Right?"
Sullen silence.
"Right," he repeated, on slightly surer ground. "So, listen, I'm okay, she's okay, and we're gonna get the bad guys and save the world. See, I think the bad guys will accidentally trick her into destroying the world, so if we take care of them, we take care of anybody else. "
"And how the blue hell do you know that?"
"Well, I don't. Know it, exactly. You know, like you know two plus two makes four. But I feel it. I mean, I know Sara would never do something that bad on purpose. So the bad guys must do it, or trick her into doing it, or something. "
"You're talking out your ass. And besides, you're not an alpha, Derik," Antonia pointed out through gritted teeth. "It's not your call. I mean . . . you could run a Pack, but Michael's the boss of this Pack, and he told you what to do. And you're not doing it. "
"Just. . . don't say anything yet, okay?"
"Derik. . . " This was more a howl than a groan.
"Antonia. "
"You're fucking crazy,you know you're crazy, right?"
"Just do this one thing for me. "
"Sure," she snapped. "The first favor he ever asks me in twenty-two years, andthis is it!"
For a moment he was startled . . . Antonia was so annoying, so bitchy, so harassed because of her visions, it was easy to forget she was still just a baby. She was barely voting age, and look what he was asking of her!
"Thanks," he said, because that was her way of saying yes. "I owe you one. "
"You owe metwenty, you big, stupid, lumbering, asshole moronic—" He hung up on her. The conversation had gone as well as he could have hoped; no need to drag it out.
"Okay," he said, letting out a deep breath, "I bought us some time, anyway. "
Sara smiled at him. It was the first smile of the day—they'd spent the afternoon screeching at each other in between bouts of fast food—and it knocked him out all over again, how gorgeous she was, how funny, how cute, how—"Yeah, sounds like you did. Thanks. What do you say we go find this safe house of yours?"
"Great," he said. "Showers all around. "
"Enough rubbing in how bad I smell," she muttered, trailing him to the truck.
"I just meant that I could use a shower, too. "
"Sure you did. "
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They had eaten (twice, in Derik's case), drunk cocoa, and roasted marshmallow after marsh-mallow. Sara knew if she gobbled one more soft white squishy candy she would explode. But she couldn't stop herself from eating them.
Quit stalling,she ordered herself.
Ugh,she answered herself.
"Okay," she said thickly, noticing Derik was watching her with amazement. "Let's do it before I lose my nerve. "
"How romantic," he commented. He was crouched over the fire, balanced on the balls of his feet. "Are you all right? You look a little . . . bloated. "
"Do me," she commanded, and stripped off her shirt. Her belly, bulging with marshmallows, pooched out over the waistband of her jeans. "You know you want to. "
"Uh . . . right this minute? I wouldn't bet the farm. Maybe you should lie down. "
"No, no, no. We're gonna do it. Wehave to do it, to save the world. " She groaned and massaged her belly. "And to sleep in a warm bed tomorrow night. And to have a shower! Think of it, all that warm water . . . and soap, think of the soap!"
"I can't do this," he announced. "It's too much like taking advantage. "
"You're right about that, but I'll be the one— hurp!—taking advantage. Now get over here. " She painfully wiggled out of her jeans, then lay, gasping like a landed trout, beside the fire.
Derik, was trying not to laugh, and as a result his face had gone an alarming shade of apple-red. "I don't think you're up to this tonight," he gasped.
"Aw, shaddup, when I want you to think, I'll yank your leash. "
"Now you're just being mean. "
"Whatever works, pal. Now strip. "
"Oh, it's like that? Strip?"
She reached out and cupped the warm bulge in his jeans. "Like you're not dying to. "
"Well, that's true," he said, and quit arguing, and in a minute he was naked, and helping her out of her bra and panties—
"What's burning?"
"Your bra . . . sorry. "
—and then they were rolling in the grass beside the truck, kissing and groping and moaning and for a minute Sara forgot about her grotesquely distended belly, and the mosquitoes munching on her legs.
And then he was easing inside her and that was fine—it was a little uncomfortable, because he was large and she wasn't ready, but it was all right, because she just wanted this over with, but oh, oh, she hadn't expected it to feel good, she hadn't expected . . . expected this.
He rocked against her, obligingly smacking the mosquitoes he saw on her, and then his rocking speeded up, and she wriggled in the grass to give him better access, and then he stiffened all over, the cords on his neck standing out like steel.
"Ooofta," she said when he collapsed over her.
"I swear," he mumbled into her neck. "I swear I'm usually much better at this. "
"No, no, it's all right. Speed impresses me!"
"Sara, you're killing me. "
She laughed, and stroked the back of his neck.
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"HI, I'M—JON?"
Sara poked him in the side. "Your name's Derik," she whispered.
He ignored her—and embraced the red-haired man in the doorway so hard, the poor guy left his feet. "Jon, you son of a bitch! I thought that was your scent!"
"Never mind my mother," the other man replied, laughing. "Or my scent. And put me down. Derik, what the hell are you doing here?"
"It's a long story," he said, jerking a thumb over his shoulder at Sara. "This is my fiancee. We need a place to crash for the night. Okay?"
His old friend's face lit up like a moonrise. "Shit, yes, okay! Can you stay longer?"
Derik shook his head and trailed the shorter man into the house. Sara, after a doubtful look around, followed. "Got to get to the coast. Long story, which I won't bore you with. What are you doing in Kansas?"
"Hi," Jon said, extending a hand for Sara to shake. "I'm Jon; Derik and I grew up together, and he's still got no manners at all. Welcome to my home. "
"Thank you," she said, jerking her head to get her hair out of her eyes. She thought about trying to straighten the mess and immediately dismissed it as a lost cause.
Jon was a redhead, too, except his hair was a rich, deep aubur
n, cut brutally short, and his eyes were the green of old Coke bottles. He was a couple of inches shorter than Derik; in fact, exactly her height. It was disconcerting to say the least, being able to look him straight in the eyes. His pupils, she noted clinically, were enormous. She had to swallow against the sudden blockage in her throat. Were all werewolves so . . . unsettling and charismatic? And green-eyed? "I'm Sara,"
she managed at last. "It's nice to be here. Nice to meet you, I mean. " She noticed Jon trying not to wrinkle his nose, and sighed. "I'll let you two catch up. Meantime, can I use your shower?"
"So, what the hell?' Derik had polished off the last of his steak tartare, and was now rooting through Jon's fridge for a beer. "Last I heard, you got mated, Shannon was pregnant, and you were off to see the world. Now you're here? And where's the rest of the family?"
"Visiting Shannon's mother. " Jon shuddered, "I decided to pass. I don't like talking to grumpy old women who are hairy when the moonisn't full. I'm sorry you couldn't see my cub, though. "
"Heard you had a girl? Katie?"
"Mm-hmm. She's got my eyes and Shannon's brains, so that worked out nicely. "
"Very nicely," he agreed, still rooting. "Listen, how come you left in the first place?"Ah! Hello, beer, my old friend, I've come to glug you once again. He twisted the bottle cap off—werewolves disdained bottle openers—and took a deep drink.
"Oh, yeah, that's the stuff. Oooh, baby. Anyway, how come you left? We all wondered. "
"Well, you know how it is. " Jon had been tipped back in his kitchen chair, now he brought it forward until all four legs were on the floor. "I mean, you're not there now," he pointed out. "You can love the Pack but not necessarily want to be with them every second. I needed a little space. The mansion, big as it was, felt crowded after I mated. "
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