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“No, not just dating.”
    I had to ask. “He’s been sleeping around?”
    Jamil nodded.
    I stood there, thinking about that for a second or two. Richard and I had each been celibate for years, separate decisions. I’d certainly changed my lifestyle. Did I really think he’d stay chaste when I hadn’t? Was it any of my business what he did? No; no, it wasn’t.
    I finally shrugged. “He’s not my boyfriend anymore, Jamil. And he’s a big boy.” I shrugged again, not really sure how I felt about Richard sleeping around. Trying very hard not to feel anything about it, because it didn’t matter how I felt. Richard had his own life to live, and it didn’t include me, not in that way. “I’m not here to police Richard’s sex life.”
    Jamil nodded almost to himself. “Good. I was worried.”
    â€œWhat, you thought I’d throw a fit and storm off, leaving him to his just desserts?”
    â€œSomething like that,” he said.
    â€œDid he have sex with the woman who’s made the accusation?”
    â€œIf you mean intercourse, no. She’s human,” he said. “Richard doesn’t do humans. He’s afraid they’re too fragile.”
    â€œI thought you just said he’d been sleeping with Ms. Schaffer.”
    â€œHaving sex, but not doing the dirty deed.”
    I wasn’t a virgin. I knew there were alternatives, but. . . “Why alternative methods with humans? Why not just . . . do it?”
    â€œDoing the wild thing can release our beast early. You don’t want to know what happens when you’re with a human who doesn’t know what you are, and you shift on top of them, inside them.” A shadow crossed his face, and he looked away.
    â€œYou sound like the voice of experience,” I said.
    He looked slowly back at me, and there was something in his face that was suddenly frightening, like looking up and realizing that the bars between you and the lion at the zoo aren’t there anymore. “That is none of your business.”
    I nodded. “Sorry, you’re right. You’re absolutely right. It was too personal.”
    But it was interesting information. There had been a point where I’d pretty much begged Richard to stay the night. To have sex with me. He’d said no because it wouldn’t be fair until I saw him change into werewolf form. I needed to be able to accept the whole package. I hadn’t been able to do that oncethe package bled and writhed all over me. But now I wondered if part of his hesitation had been simply fear of hurting me. Maybe.
    I shook my head. It didn’t matter. Business. If I concentrated really hard, maybe I could stay on track. We were here to get him out of jail, not to worry about why we broke up.
    â€œWe could use a little help here with the luggage,” Jason called.
    He had two suitcases under each arm. Zane and Cherry were carrying one coffin. They looked like pallbearer bookends. Nathaniel was lying on his back on the other coffin. He’d taken off his shirt and unbound his hair. His hands were folded across his stomach, eyes closed. I didn’t know whether he was playing dead or trying to get a tan.
    â€œA little help here,” Jason said, kicking his foot towards the rest of the luggage. Two suitcases and a huge trunk still sat unclaimed.
    I walked towards them. “Jesus, only one of those suitcases is mine. Who’s the clotheshorse?”
    Zane and Cherry put the coffin gently on the Tarmac. “Just one suitcase is mine,” Zane said.
    â€œThree of them are mine,” Cherry said. She sounded vaguely embarrassed.
    â€œWho brought the trunk?”
    â€œJean-Claude sent it,” Jason said. “Just in case we do meet with the local master. He wanted us to make a good show of it.”
    I frowned at the trunk. “Please tell me there’s nothing in there that Jean-Claude plans