Anita Blake 23 - Jason by Laurell K. Hamilton Read Free Book Online Page B

gym.
    “Thanks,” I said.
    “I wish I could have your curves and be in shape enough to dance.”
    Jason hugged her. “I like your curves.”
    She laughed. “I know you do, but mine are like a drive in the country; Anita’s are like a roller coaster.”
    Jason’s eyes sparkled as he looked at me, his face alight with some thought, and just like that I knew that whatever was about to come out of his mouth was something I wasn’t going to like, or would be at least teasing.
    “Would it piss you off if I said it’s a hell of a ride?”
    “Yes,” I said, and gave him very serious eye contact out of my dark brown eyes. Brown eyes may not look as cold as blue or gray can, but I find that a mean look works just fine.
    “Then I won’t say it,” he said; then he laughed, J.J. joined him, and finally Nathaniel did, too.
    I rolled my eyes at all of them.
    J.J. didn’t have any other luggage. It was a quick two-day trip, and apparently everything she needed was tucked into the huge purse on her shoulder. It was impressively light packing, and I said so.
    “After you’ve been on enough dance tours, you learn to pack light,” she said.
    It made sense, and she talked about the current production she was practicing for, and the season so far for the dance company. She asked how Nathaniel’s and my work was going in the car. I drove, Nathaniel had shotgun, and the two lovebirds got the backseat of my SUV. It was very ordinary small talk except for our jobs being sort of cool, or unusual—a ballerina, a U.S. Marshal with the preternatural branch, a dancer and assistant manager of a strip club, and an exotic dancer at that club.
    It felt a little like we were talking around the elephant in the living room. I wanted to point at it and say, “Look, look, an elephant!” I both wanted to talk about the sex and the issues surrounding it, and desperately wanted to ignore it. I think everyone else was actually just talking like friends. I always wanted to either sort of pretend sex and kink issues didn’t exist, or take them so head-on that it was jarring to everyone else involved. I seemed to have only two speeds on problems that hit me emotionally, either putting my fingers in my ears and going la-la-la, or picking up an axe and attacking the issue. It wasn’t actually a comforting approach for me or the people I loved, but it was what I had for coping mechanisms. I hoped someday to have more middle ground, but right now, I didn’t. I was horribly torn between wanting to never bring up the subject of why we were all dressed up to greet J.J. at the airport, and wanting to yell,
Is anyone else nervous, or is it just me?
    Nathaniel reached over and started to rub lightly on my neck as I drove. “You okay?”
    I nodded, not trusting myself to speak without being rude or too abrupt. A lot of people take too much directness as rudeness, especially from a woman. I’d like to say it’s not sexist, but it is; people expect a woman to have a softer approach to life than most men do. I was so far in the guy camp on my approach to most things that I often came off as harsh even for a man. I didn’t mean to, but it happened a lot. I wasn’t trying for harsh, I just wanted to say something, or do something, and I wanted to act, not wait until I had to react. Even if by pushing I made the situation worse. It was almost a compulsion that made me want resolution to all uncertainty even if the resolution was negative, rather than wait patiently for a more positive outcome. My therapist and I were working on it, but right at that moment I gripped the steering wheel and just kept my mouth shut; it was the best I had.
    J.J. chimed in from the backseat. “Is it just me, or is anyone else nervous about this?”
    “Thank God,” I said, “yes, me, I am.”
    “What are you nervous about, honey?” Jason asked, and I knew he was talking to J.J., since he’d never called me honey, ever.
    “I’m in love with you, Jason. It means this is more