Kitty Raises Hell (Kitty Norville 6)

I’d meant to sit down with Ben again, and not get up for the rest of the evening, but I saw Rick standing in the doorway. I went to meet him.

“I invited you in once already, isn’t it supposed to keep working?”

“The invitation stands. I just can’t stay long,” he said. “I only wanted to say congratulations on the publicity.” He nodded at the screen, which now showed my grinning face talking to Tina. I might actually get used to this TV thing someday. I seemed to be showing up on it more and more often.

“Thanks. But I think you owe me some stories, after everything I went through. Doc Holliday and Central City stories. And Coronado. And Spain.”

He twitched the sly smile that meant I wasn’t going to get any stories this time. “You never give up, do you?”

“Nope,” I said. “Not anymore. Not ever.”

“Good,” he said softly.

My smile fell. “I guess you haven’t heard anything about Roman. Where he ended up, what he’s doing now?”

“No. But I’m counting that a blessing at the moment. The usual request still stands. If you hear anything—”

“Same with you. Don’t treat me like I’m an ignorant underling. No more of this you-puny-mortals-wouldn’t- understand garbage.”

“All right. I promise.”

With a guy like Rick, that promise really meant something.

I glanced over at Ben, intending to see if there was space at our table where we could invite Rick to sit. But when I turned back to Rick, he was gone. Back to being all inscrutably vampiric and vanishing in plain sight.

So it was just me who returned to the table and sat next to Ben. “How are you doing?”

He donned a vague smile. “This feels like the first time in weeks I’ve been able to sit and catch my breath.”

“Amen,” I said.

We leaned back, our chairs against the shelter of the wall behind us, and gazed out over our realm. He squeezed my hand.

“I’m thinking of something else,” he said.

“Yeah? What?”

“You want to go out?”

Wolf perked up her ears. She knew what “out” meant, like any canine wanting to go for a run. I played obtuse. “Like on a date?”

“Sort of. Maybe out to that open space west of 93.”

“Full moon’s a week away,” I said.

“I know. But I keep thinking about waking up in the cold air curled up with you. No one around, just the two of us. Leave the kids at home.”

You know, it actually sounded romantic.

“I don’t like to make a habit of that sort of thing.”

He put his arm around my shoulders and pulled me close until he was whispering in my ear, his lips tickling against me, almost but not quite kissing me. I wanted to lean into him until he had to kiss me.

“Here’s the thing,” Ben said. “Who says we have to shape-shift in order to go out in the woods, get naked, and make out under the stars?”

Oh my. That flush reached all the way to my toes. My face felt like it had caught fire. Metaphorically speaking. There was something to be said for having one’s inhibitions lowered. I never would have done anything like this before becoming a werewolf.

I turned my head, leaning my forehead against his. “I think you just got yourself a date,” I whispered back.