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«You can't mean you'd actually have this… thing, baby, whatever.»
I sighed. «I don't know, but I do know that I could never just go away, get an abortion, and never tell my boyfriends. Never tell them that one of them might have made a child with me. I just couldn't do it.»
She was shaking her head so hard that her hair fell around her face, covered the upper half of it. She ran her hands through it sharply, like she was pulling on it. «I've tried to understand that you're happy living with not one, but two men. I've tried to understand that you love that vampire son of a bitch, somehow. I've tried, but if you actually breed… actually have a baby, I just don't get that. I won't be able to understand that.»
«Then don't, then go. If you can't deal, then go.»
«I didn't mean that. I just meant that I can't understand why you would complicate your life this way.»
«Complicate, yeah, I guess that's one way of putting it.»
She crossed her arms tight over her chest. She was tall, slender and leggy, and blond. Everything I'd wanted to be as a child. She was small-chested enough that she could fold her arms over her breasts instead of under them, something I couldn't have done. But her legs went on forever in a skirt, and mine did not. Oh, well.
«Okay, then if you're going to tell them, tell Micah and Nathaniel and get a test and test yourself.»
«I told you, I don't want anyone to know until I know for sure.»
She looked up at the ceiling, closed her eyes, and sighed. «Anita, you live with two of them. You sleep over with two more of them. You are never alone. When are you going to have time to run in and get a test, let alone have the privacy to use it?»
«I can pick one up at work on Monday.»
She stared at me. «Monday! It's Thursday. I'd go fucking crazy if I had to wait that long. You'll go crazy. You can't wait nearly four days.»
«Maybe my period will start. Maybe by Monday I won't need it.»
«Anita, you wouldn't have told me if you weren't pretty sure you needed a pregnancy test.»
«When Nathaniel and Micah get back, they'll jump in the shower, we'll get dressed up, and go straight to Jean-Claude's. There won't be time tonight.»
«Friday, promise me that Friday you'll get one.»
«I'll try, but…»
«Besides, when you start asking your lovers to use condoms, won't they figure something out?»
«Jesus,» I said.
«Yeah, I heard you say if you'd used condoms you'd be safe. Don't tell me that you're not going to want to use them for a while. Could you really have unprotected sex right now, and enjoy it?»
I shook my head. «No.»
«Then what are you going to tell the boys about this sudden need for condoms? Hell, Micah had a vasectomy before you even met him. He's like super-safe.»
I sighed again. «You're right, damn it, but you are.»
«So pick up the test on the way to the thing tonight.»
«No. I'm not going to rain all over Jean-Claude's meeting. He's pla
«You didn't mention it to me.»
«I didn't plan it, he did. The ballet isn't really my thing.» Truthfully, he hadn't mentioned it to me until they were coming to St. Louis, but I kept that part to myself. It would just give Ro
And you don't bring that many big fish together without worrying about shark attacks.
«And how will Mr. Fang-Face feel about being a father?»
«Don't call him that.»
«Sorry, how will Jean-Claude feel about being a daddy?»
«It's probably not his.»
She looked at me. «You're having sex with him, a lot. Why isn't it his?»
«Because he's more than four hundred years old and when vampires get that old, they aren't very fertile. That goes for Asher and Damian, too.»
«Oh, God,» she said. «I'd forgotten that you had sex with Damian.»
«Yeah,» I said.
She covered her eyes with her hands. «I'm sorry, Anita. I'm sorry that it's weirding me out that my uptight monogamous friend is suddenly sleeping with not one, but three vampires.»
«I didn't plan it that way.»
«I know that.» She hugged me, and I stayed stiff against her. She wasn't being comforting enough for me to relax in her arms. She hugged me tighter. «I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm being a jerk. But if it's not the vampires then who else but your houseboys.»
I pulled away from her. «Don't call them my houseboys. They have names, and just because I like living with someone, and you don't, don't make that my problem.»
«Fine, that leaves Micah and Nathaniel.»
«Micah is fixed, remember? So it can't be him.»
Her eyes went wide. «That leaves Nathaniel. Jesus, Anita, Nathaniel as the father-to-be.»
A moment ago I might have agreed with her, but now it pissed me off. It wasn't her place to disparage my boyfriends. «What's wrong with Nathaniel?» I said, and my voice was not entirely happy.
She put her hands on her hips and gave me a look. «He's twenty and a stripper. Twenty-year-old strippers are the entertainment at your bachelorette party. You don't have babies with them.»
I let the anger seep into my eyes. «Nathaniel told me you didn't see him as real, as a person. I told him he was wrong. I told him you were my friend, and you wouldn't disrespect him like that. I guess I was wrong.»
She didn't back down or apologize. She was angry and staying that way. «Last time I checked, Nathaniel was supposed to be food, just food, not the love of your life.»
«I didn't say he was the love of my life, and yeah, he started out as my pomme de sang , but that doesn't…»
But she interrupted me. «Your apple of blood, right, that's what pomme de sang means?»
I nodded.
«If you were a vampire you'd be taking blood from your little stripper, but thanks to that bloodsucking son of a bitch you have to feed off sex. Sex , for God's sake! First that bastard made you his blood whore, and now you're just a — «She stopped abruptly, a startled, almost-frightened look on her face, as if she knew she'd gone too far.
I gave her a flat, cold look. The look that says my anger has moved from hot to cold. It's never a good sign. «Go on, Ro
«I didn't mean it,» she whispered.
«Yeah,» I said, «you did. Now I'm just a whore.» My voice sounded as cold as my eyes felt. Too angry and too hurt to be anything but cold. Hot anger can feel good, but the cold will protect you better.
She started to cry. I just stared at her, speechless. What the hell was going on? We were fighting — she wasn't allowed to cry in the middle of it. Especially not when she was the one being a cruel bastard. I could count on one hand the times I'd seen Ro
I was still angry, but I was puzzled, too, and that took a little of the edge off. «Shouldn't I be the one in tears here?» I asked, because I couldn't think of what else to say. I was mad at her and I'd be damned if I would comfort her right now.
She spoke in that breathless, hiccuping voice that serious crying can give you. «I'm sorry, oh, God, Anita, I'm sorry. I'm just so jealous.»
I raised my eyebrows at her. «What are you talking about? Jealous of what?»
«The men,» she said in that shivering, uncertain voice. It was like she was someone else for a moment, or maybe this was just part of Ro
I wasn't sure that being able to number your lovers at over a hundred was a good thing, but it was something that Ro
«And now I'm giving it all up, all of it, for just one man.» She leaned her hands against the cabinet as if she needed the support.
«You said sex with Louie was great. I think you've used words like fantastic and mind-blowing .»
She nodded, her hair spilling around her face so that I couldn't see her eyes for a moment. «It is, he is, but he's just one man. What if I get bored, or he gets bored with me? How can just one be enough? The last time we were both cheating a month after the wedding.» She looked up at that last remark, her gray eyes wide and frightened.
I made a small helpless gesture, and said, «You're asking the wrong person, Ro
«That's exactly what I mean.» She wiped at the tears on her face in harsh, angry motions, as if the touch of them made her even more upset. «How is it that you, my girlfriend who had only three men in her entire life, ends up dating and fucking five men?»
I didn't know what to say to that, so I tried to concentrate on the hard facts. «Six men,» I said.
She frowned at me, her eyes taking on that look that meant she was counting in her head. «I only count five.»
«You're leaving someone out, Ro
«No» — and she started counting on her fingers — «Jean-Claude, Asher, Damian, Nathaniel, and Micah. That's it.»
I shook my head, again. «I had unprotected sex with one more man last month.» I could have said it differently, but maybe if we got back to my personal disaster, we could stop talking about Ro
She frowned harder, then she got it. «Oh, no, no,» she said.
I nodded. Happy to see from her expression that she got the full awfulness of it.
«You just had sex with him once, right?»
I shook my head no, over and over again. «Not just once.»
She was looking at me so hard that I couldn't hold her gaze. Even with the tear tracks drying on her face, she was suddenly Ro
I started to blush and couldn't stop it. Damn it.
«You're blushing — that's not a good sign,» she said.
I stared down at the countertop, using my long hair to hide my face.