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I smiled。 〃I admitted I was wrong。 Is that the same thing。〃
〃Exactly the same thing。〃
〃Then give yourself a point。〃
He grinned at me。 〃Why can't I stay mad at you； Anita？〃
〃You're a very forgiving person； Richard。 One of us has to be。〃
He pulled into my parking lot for the third time that night。 〃You can't stay at your place tonight。 The door is in pieces。〃
〃I know。〃 If I'd been kicked out of my apartment because it was being painted； I had friends I could stay with； or a hotel； but the bad guys had proven they didn't care who got hurt。 I couldn't risk anybody； not even strangers in the next room at a hotel。
〃e home with me；〃 he said。 He parked in an empty space closest to the stairs。
〃I don't think that's a good idea； Richard。〃
〃The shotgun blast wouldn't have killed me。 I'd have healed； because it wasn't silver shot。 How many of your other friends can say that？〃
〃Not many；〃 I said quietly。
〃I've got a house set back in a yard。 You won't be risking innocent bystanders。〃
〃I know you have a yard； Richard。 I've spent enough Sunday afternoons there。〃
〃Then you know I'm right。〃 He leaned towards me and his eyes had bled back to their normal brown。 〃I have a guest room； Anita。 It doesn't have to be more than that。〃
I stared at him from inches away。 I could feel his body like a force just out of reach。 It wasn't his otherworldly wolf powers。 It was simply sheer physical attraction。 It was dangerous agreeing to go to Richard's house。 Maybe not to my life； but to other things。
If Jimmy the Shotgun had had a partner inside the apartment tonight； I'd be dead now。 I'd been so busy concentrating on killing him that a second perp could have blown me away。 Edward had told his contact no by now； and it takes a little while to find another hitter of Edward's caliber。 So； instead of waiting； they hired cheap and local； taking the chance that cheap might take me out and they'd be saved several hundred grand。 Or maybe they wanted me dead really quickly for some reason that I didn't understand。 Either way； they wanted me dead pretty damn badly。 Usually； when someone wants you dead that badly； they succeed。 Not tonight or tomorrow； but unless Edward and I could find out who had put the contract out on me； the line of talent would just keep ing。
I stared into Richard's face； almost close enough to kiss。 I thought about never seeing him again。 About never touching him again。 About never satisfying that growing hunger that perfumed the air whenever I was with him。 I touched his face； lightly running my fingertips down his cheek。 〃Okay。〃
〃You look so serious。 What are you thinking； Anita？〃
I leaned in and kissed him。 〃Blood； death； and sex。 What else is there？〃
We got out of the car。 I filled my automatic fish feeder full of enough food for a week。 In a week's time； if the assassin was still after me； and if I was still alive； I'd have to e back。 All the bad guys had to do was stake out my fish tank； and they had me if they were patient enough。 Somehow I didn't think they would be。
I packed a few things； including my stuffed toy penguin； Sigmund； every weapon I owned； a few clothes； an outfit for tomorrow's date with Jean…Claude。 Yeah； probably I wouldn't be going； but I didn't want to e back to the apartment； not for anything。 I left a message on Ronnie's machine。 We usually worked out together on Saturday morning； but I didn't want Ronnie in the line of fire。 She was a private detective； but Ronnie wasn't a shooter； not like I was。 She had a certain respect for life that could get you killed。
Richard waited while I changed。 Black jeans； a royal blue polo shirt； white jogging socks with a blue stripe； black Nikes； and I felt more myself。 I laid the Browning's shoulder holster in my suitcase。 The Browning was my main gun； and I missed it。 I'd have missed it under normal circumstances； but now my hand ached for the gun。
I guess that's what backup guns are for。 The Firestar 9mm is a good gun and fits my hand well。 My hands are small enough that a lot of 9mms are just too big。 The Browning was about the limit of a fortable grip。 I wore the Firestar in an inter…pants holster； set for a forward cross draw； which meant you could see the gun。 I wasn't sure I cared tonight。
I put on wrist sheaths and both knives。 These were the last two of a foursome that I'd had custom made for my hands； with the highest silver content possible in the steel。 I'd had to have two of them replaced； monsters ate them。 I put the two new knives in the suitcase still in their felt…lined box。 They were pretty and sharp enough to cut your skin if you ran a thumb along the edge。
While I was having the lost knives replaced； I'd ordered a new one。 It was nearly a foot long； more a sword than a knife。 I'd had a leather harness made that let me carry it down my spine； with the hilt under my hair。 I hadn't used it before； but I'd seen it in a catalog and couldn't resist。
I had a Derringer； a sawed…off shotgun； two full…sized； pump…action shotguns； a twelve gauge； and a mini…Uzi。 The Derringer； the Uzi； and the sawed…off shotgun were all gifts from Edward。 Not Christmas or birthday gifts。 No； we'd be out hunting vampires together； and he'd give me a new toy。 I'd asked for the shotgun。
The full…sized shotguns wouldn't pack in either the suitcases or the gym bags。 I put them in their individual carrying cases； with straps。 The gym bags held my vampire hunting kit and my zombie paraphernalia。 I put extra ammo in both bags for temporary keeping。 Heck； I shoved extra ammo in the suitcase； too。 You could never have too much。
I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror。 The gun was pretty obvious against the bright blue of the shirt。 I finally put a black jacket over it； what they call a boyfriend's jacket； because it's sort of big through the shoulders and body。 The sleeves rolled back to expose the silky lining。 I liked the jacket； and with one button fastened； it hid the Firestar； though not pletely。 You'd still catch glimpses of it when I moved； but maybe people wouldn't run screaming。
I felt naked without the Browning； which was kind of funny； considering I had an Uzi in my suitcase。 But hey； I slept with the Browning。
Richard never said a word about the two shotguns。 Maybe he would have plained about the rest if he'd seen them； but he picked up one suitcase； put one gym bag over his shoulder； one shotgun carrying case on the same shoulder； and let me pick up my share。
〃Can you carry both suitcases？〃 I asked。
〃Yeah； but I'm shocked you asked。 The last time I tried to carry something unasked； you nearly handed me my head in a basket。〃
〃I want one hand free for my gun。〃
〃Ah；〃 he said； 〃of course。〃 He took the other suitcase without another word。 He really is a very wise man。
Mrs。 Pringle stepped out of her door as we were leaving。 She had Custard in her arms。 He growled briefly at Richard； and she hushed him。 〃I thought I heard you out here。 Are you all right； Anita？〃
I glanced at the hole by her door。 〃I'm fine。 How 'bout you？〃
She hugged Custard； raising his tiny furry body near her face。 〃I'll be all right。 Are you going to be charged？〃
〃It doesn't look like it。〃
〃Good。〃 She glanced