[Southern Arcana 2.0] Crossroads (10 page)
I hadn’t seen a lot of that before I came here.”
He dealt the cards with the same careless grace. “I’ve noticed. I send Andrew on business trips these days. He doesn’t have to worry about getting challenged by shapeshifters.” 54
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Derek had had a hard time of it, and it made her feel ashamed, as though she could control their society. But she couldn’t, so she changed the subject. “Anything you want to know? I’m feeling more generous with the information than with the clothes at the moment.”
“Hmm. Favorite food?” He looked sneaky. Devious.
“Pepper steak,” Nick answered absently. “What are you plotting?”
“Dinner.”
“Reason number sixty-five to keep you around,” she teased. Her cards sucked, so she threw in two and hoped for better ones. “I’m still going to win though.”
It wasn’t even close. Before long, she’d only lost her shoes and shirt, but Derek was down to his boxers…and she was holding three kings and an ace. “You are so screwed, mister.” Derek waggled his eyebrows at her. “How do you know I’m not cheating?”
“Because there are easier and more expedient ways to get naked if that’s what you want?”
“I thought easy and expedient was our problem.” He ran his fingers over the top of his cards and eyed her. “I want more answers. First kiss. Tell me.”
Nick swallowed. “Nate Kelly. He was the housekeeper’s son, and Michelle and I practically grew up with him. I was sixteen.”
“Shapeshifter?”
“Human. Psychic, actually.” She laid her cards on the table. “His abilities didn’t manifest until a year later. My father looked high and low for someone to help him but, that late, there wasn’t much to be done.” She saw sympathy in Derek’s gaze. “It was rough with Kat. She was reading people’s emotions before she could walk, and thank God that’s all she could do. Her powers spiked during puberty, right before our parents died, and she was still unstable when I took over as her guardian. The tutor I found for her said that if she hadn’t built a strong foundation growing up, the shock could have killed her.” The shock
had
killed Nate, slowly but surely. First, it had driven him crazy. Then, it had driven him to suicide. “How old were you when the accident happened?”
“Twenty-four.” His voice was a little rough. “Kat had just turned seventeen and started college. She looked all grown-up on paper, so it wasn’t hard to convince them to let her stay with me, but… Well, you know Kat.”
“She’s a handful?” She tried to imagine barely being more than a kid herself, losing both her parents to a car crash
and
finding herself suddenly responsible for a teenaged cousin. Her heart ached for him, and she reached for his hand. “You did a good job, Derek.”
“I did as well as I could.” He tugged at her hand, pulling until she slid into his lap, seated sideways with her legs stretched out along the couch. He curled both arms around her and rested his chin on her shoulder, his breath tickling her neck. “I resented it for a long time. Obviously there’s some sort of magic www.samhainpublishing.com
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or psychic power or whatever in our family, but my mom and I were human, and my father might as well have been. But Kat’s mother… She was involved in some crazy shit. Psychic cult shit.”
“People look for answers. Things to believe in.”
“I guess. Kat’s dad kept her out of it, mostly. He and my father understood each other. My aunt was crazy, and they were her brother and her husband. They thought they could make it better. Or make her better. In the end all it did was get the four of them killed.” A shiver took her, and Nick pulled away enough to look into his eyes. “It
was
an accident, wasn’t it?” She’d never seen him look so tired. “I was trying to get custody of Kat. I couldn’t exactly tell the police that I thought a telekinetic might have sent their car through the guard rail.” And there it was, the sad reality of supernatural life. As choking and rigidly structured as wolf society was, at least there
was
a structure, a ruling body to which one could appeal for help. Derek would have had no one. “I’m sorry.”
He pressed his forehead to hers. “Jackson and Alec looked into it after Kat started working for them, but it had been two years by that point. I guess there’s a file in their office somewhere… Kat went through a phase where she was pretty obsessed with it, but all I wanted to do was keep her from following the trail back to whatever cult her mom was tangled up in.”
“I don’t blame you.” Kat was strong, and there were plenty of supernatural groups—essentially terrorists—who would gladly twist her abilities to suit their goals. “She’s had enough tragedy. You both have.”
“That’s life, I guess. Finding the good stuff in the tragedy. The supernatural world blows, except for the awesome people you can meet. Like hot shapeshifting bar owners.”
“Are we back to easy and expedient?” She nuzzled his cheek. “What about your first kiss? I want to know.”
“Jennifer…something.” He laughed. “We used to spend part of the summer in Boston, visiting Kat’s parents. I was fifteen and had just shot up to six feet, and Kat’s babysitter was a smoking sixteen-year-old. I convinced her I was twenty, and she thought I was hot shit. Then she found out how old I
really
was and never spoke to me again. You women and your older men. You break a guy’s heart.” She couldn’t resist teasing him. “Uh-huh. So you’d rather I went and found someone younger, that’s what you’re saying?”
He nipped her lower lip. “Miraculously enough, I find myself more forgiving of the trend as I grow older.”
“I wonder why.”
“Like I said, it’s mysterious.”
“Not so much.” She studied him, curious. “First love.”
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His body tensed, just for a second. Even after he relaxed, his laughter sounded forced, his voice strained. “I thought I was in love once. We’d been together a year when my parents died, and she was great through all of it…until I told her I had to come back to New Orleans. She was human. I couldn’t explain why Kat had to stay here.” He shrugged one shoulder, the muscles bunching under her hand. “It got ugly.
She got mean. It went to hell so fast maybe it was never love at all.” He
hurt
, and Nick wanted to make it stop. “I shouldn’t have asked.”
“No, it’s okay.” The corner of his mouth ticked up. “It means I understand that you have to help Michelle. That’s what good people do. They take care of the ones who need them.” It was one thing they had in common—responsibility to others. “It still sucks sometimes.”
“Yeah, it sure the hell does.” He stroked his thumb along the side of her neck. “What about you? Any ex-boyfriends gonna come after me?”
There had been casual dates and a few steady ones, but nothing important. Nothing like Derek. “I haven’t had much time. I don’t have a general manager at the bar, so I’ve been handling most of the day-today stuff myself.”
“By choice? Or because the bar can’t support a manager?”
“Mahalia didn’t have one, and I guess I just haven’t gotten around to hiring one yet.”
“So if you found someone interesting enough to make time…” He flashed her a wicked grin. “We could have a date outside the house some time. One where we keep our clothes on.”
“Hey, that was my plan all along, before life intervened.”
“I’m derivative.” His fingers tickled up her back, brushing along the line of her bra. “I’m also considering stealing your bra.”
Nick reached back and slapped at his hand. “You didn’t earn this lingerie. You lost the game.”
“It wouldn’t be stealing if I’d
earned
it.”
“Thief.” She didn’t care. She just wanted to kiss him.
So she did, his jaw first and then his lips. His fingers crept back up to her bra strap, and he unhooked it as his tongue teased just inside her mouth.
Nick bit his lower lip and pulled away. “Ready to admit to your ulterior motives?” she asked softly against his ear.
“I wasn’t aware they were very ulterior.” The wet heat of his tongue dragged along her jaw, and he laughed, low and dirty. “The mating urge may not be scrambling my brain at the moment, but I’m still a man with a really hot chick in his lap.”
“I was talking about the strip poker.” At least, she thought so. It was hard to remember with his tongue on her skin.
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The telephone interrupted Nick’s answer, and she groaned. “Hold that thought.” She handed him her lace bra. “And this too.”
He yanked her back and nipped her neck once, then released her. “If we weren’t at Shapeshifter Alert Level One, I’d rip the phone out of the wall.”
“If something happens, Jackson or Alec will call my cell. It’s got to be work.” It turned out to be Phillip, the closest thing she had to a bar manager, with the minor crisis of a missed delivery. Nick mouthed an apology to Derek, who pouted ridiculously for two seconds before tossing her bra at her.
She caught it and headed into her small home office to handle the call. She knew she shouldn’t resent the intrusion—the bar was her business, her livelihood, and Phillip needed her guidance. But, for the first time in forever, she had the chance to spend time alone with Derek. It was the sort of thing she’d sacrifice for her sister or Aaron, but she was loath to do it for anything else.
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Life had settled into the most surreal mimicry of normal Derek had ever experienced, and it was driving him more than a little crazy.
Alec and Jackson maintained their insistence that they avoid any unnecessary travel between New Orleans and the safe house. Jackson was the only one who could be completely sure he’d shaken any followers—magically, Derek assumed, though no one had come right out and said as much. Nick had been reduced to endless phone calls with her sister and long, hushed conversations with Mahalia, whose continued presence in New York was starting to make sense.
Derek couldn’t concentrate on work. He had no damn idea how Nick kept dealing with the bar. Every time the phone rang they both tensed, but after three days of waiting, he was starting to realize they hadn’t been kidding when they talked about how slowly the Conclave moved. Aaron and Michelle could have fled to New Orleans on a tricycle and still gotten there before anyone made a move.
Talking. Sitting and talking and waiting, and the only thing that made the days tolerable was the fact that Nick had hardly left his side. They’d skirted the issue, as if she was as unprepared to acknowledge the insanity of it as he was. But not discussing it didn’t change it.
Instinct had taken over, and they were along for the ride.
They ended up at his house on the second night, and Derek dragged Nick out of bed in the morning before the phone could ring and shatter the illusion that the world held just the two of them. “Coffee,” he said, pushing a steaming mug into her hand. “Drink it and don’t be grumpy. I need my sous-chef on top of her game.”
“I’m not a morning person.” She gulped the coffee. “Are you a morning person? This could pose a problem.”
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“I never used to be.” He moved across the kitchen and retrieved his battered old cookbook from the cupboard above the stove. “Something about the heightened senses I have now. The damn birds wake me up. You can hear them a half mile away.”
Nick yawned and slid onto a barstool by the counter. “I’ve never known anything else, I guess. It doesn’t bother me.”
“Maybe someday I’ll get used to it.” He carried the book to the island and set it down in front of her.
“This is something very special. Don’t tell Kat I’m letting you look at it, because she’s not allowed to touch it thanks to page fourteen.”
Nick arched an eyebrow and flipped to the page. “What the hell?” The dark text was illegible, obscured by smeared ink and formulas scrawled in bright purple, but Derek knew the recipe underneath by heart. Hot chocolate, the rich, decadent kind his mother had made when someone needed cheering up.
He ran a finger along the edge of the crinkled page and smiled. “I was already away at college, and Kat was living with my parents for a few months while her mom had one of her episodes. She must have been about twelve and, with me gone, my mom was looking for someone else to cook with, I guess.”
“And Kat had a problem with the…” she laughed and peered down at the page, “…hot chocolate recipe?”
“Uh-huh. She decided to try the recipe for herself one day…after she made some adjustments to the proportions. Apparently was better at math than cooking. The way I hear it something blew up and from then on bonding was restricted to talking about books.”
“How exactly does one make chocolate explode?”
“Got me.” He flipped a few pages, looking for another familiar recipe. “She splattered milk and chocolate all over the kitchen, and my mom grounded her for writing in the sacred book.” She trailed her fingers over the inside edge of the cover. “This was your mother’s?”
“My grandmother’s first. They added to it, altered it, glued in new pages and glued over things they didn’t like.” He found the waffle recipe and flipped the book around so she could read it. “Best waffles ever made, right there.”
“The ones you made the other morning?” Her smile was predatory. “Those were fabulous.”
“Damn right they were.” He had the recipe memorized, so he didn’t look before moving to the cupboards to start pulling down ingredients. “Now
you’re
going to make them.” She snorted. “Did you forget the part where I can’t cook? I suck at it.”
“So you’ll try again.” He tossed the flour onto the counter. “You can do it, baby. I’ve got faith.”
“So did Mrs. Kelly. She spent fifteen years trying to teach me.”
“I’ll just have to try creative incentives.”
“Sounds dirty.”
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