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The Lunatic Cafe :: Гамильтон Лорел
Страница: 155 из 234He didn't like it, but it didn't catch him by complete surprise."
"Is he going to try and kill me?" He asked it very calmly, eating his meat and brown sauce.
"No, he isn't."
"Why not?"
It was a good question. I wondered what he'd think of the answer. "He wants to date me."
Richard stopped eating. He just looked at me. When he could speak, he said, "He what ?"
"He wants a chance to woo me. He says that if he can't win me from you in a few months, he'll give up. He'll let us go our merry way, and he won't interfere."
Richard sat back in his chair. "And you believe him?"
"Yeah. Jean-Claude thinks he's irresistible. I think he believes that if I let him use all his charms on me, I'll reconsider."
"Will you?" His voice was very quiet when he asked.
"No, I don't think so." It wasn't a rousing endorsement.
"I know you lust after him, Anita. Do you love him?"
The conversation was becoming dйjа-vuish. "In some dark, twisted part of my heart, yeah. But not the way I love you."
"How is it different?"
"Look, I just had this conversation with Jean-Claude. I love you. Can you see me setting up house with the Master of the City?"
"Can you see setting up house with an alpha werewolf?"
Shit. I stared across the table at him, and sighed. He was pushing, but I didn't blame him. If I'd been him, I'd have dumped me. If I didn't love him enough to accept all of him, then who the hell needed me? I didn't want him to dump me. I wanted to be indecisive but I didn't want to lose him. Talk about having your cake and eating it, too.
I leaned across the table and held my hand out to him. After a moment he took it. "I don't want to lose you."
"You won't lose me."
"You are a hell of a lot more tolerant than I would be."
He didn't smile. "I know I am."
I would have liked to argue, but truth is truth. "I'd be bigger about this if I could."
"I understand your having reservations about marrying a werewolf. Who wouldn't? But Jean-Claude. ." He shook his head.
I squeezed his hand. "Come on, Richard. This is the best we can do right now. Jean-Claude won't try and kill either of us. We still get to date and see each other."
"I don't like you being forced into dating him." He rubbed his fingers across my knuckles, caressing. "I like it even less that I think you'll enjoy it. In that small dark part of yourself, you'll be having a very good time."
I wanted to deny it, but it would be a total lie. "You can smell it if I lie?"
"Yep," he said.
"Is he going to try and kill me?" He asked it very calmly, eating his meat and brown sauce.
"No, he isn't."
"Why not?"
It was a good question. I wondered what he'd think of the answer. "He wants to date me."
Richard stopped eating. He just looked at me. When he could speak, he said, "He what ?"
"He wants a chance to woo me. He says that if he can't win me from you in a few months, he'll give up. He'll let us go our merry way, and he won't interfere."
Richard sat back in his chair. "And you believe him?"
"Yeah. Jean-Claude thinks he's irresistible. I think he believes that if I let him use all his charms on me, I'll reconsider."
"Will you?" His voice was very quiet when he asked.
"No, I don't think so." It wasn't a rousing endorsement.
"I know you lust after him, Anita. Do you love him?"
The conversation was becoming dйjа-vuish. "In some dark, twisted part of my heart, yeah. But not the way I love you."
"How is it different?"
"Look, I just had this conversation with Jean-Claude. I love you. Can you see me setting up house with the Master of the City?"
"Can you see setting up house with an alpha werewolf?"
Shit. I stared across the table at him, and sighed. He was pushing, but I didn't blame him. If I'd been him, I'd have dumped me. If I didn't love him enough to accept all of him, then who the hell needed me? I didn't want him to dump me. I wanted to be indecisive but I didn't want to lose him. Talk about having your cake and eating it, too.
I leaned across the table and held my hand out to him. After a moment he took it. "I don't want to lose you."
"You won't lose me."
"You are a hell of a lot more tolerant than I would be."
He didn't smile. "I know I am."
I would have liked to argue, but truth is truth. "I'd be bigger about this if I could."
"I understand your having reservations about marrying a werewolf. Who wouldn't? But Jean-Claude. ." He shook his head.
I squeezed his hand. "Come on, Richard. This is the best we can do right now. Jean-Claude won't try and kill either of us. We still get to date and see each other."
"I don't like you being forced into dating him." He rubbed his fingers across my knuckles, caressing. "I like it even less that I think you'll enjoy it. In that small dark part of yourself, you'll be having a very good time."
I wanted to deny it, but it would be a total lie. "You can smell it if I lie?"
"Yep," he said.