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didn’t like the room, and it hurt my feelings. Then you didn’t seem to care about meeting Fox and hearing more details about my attack. I thought, if she cared, she’d want to know more.”
    â€œSo we’re not going to fight?”
    â€œYou’re right, Anita, I’ve never asked how you got any of your scars. I’ve never asked you, just like you’ve never asked me. I can’t get angry with you for something I’ve done myself.”
    The tightness in my chest eased a little. “You’d be amazed by the number of people who would still fight about it.”
    He smiled, still not happy, but a little better. “But I would really like it if you’d try to enjoy the room and not act like I’ve lured you here for nefarious purposes.”
    I took a deep breath and let it out, then nodded. “It’s a beautiful room, Micah.”
    He smiled, and this time it reached his kitty-cat eyes. “Just like that, you’ll try.”
    I nodded. “If it means that much to you, yes.”
    He took a deep breath, as if his own chest had been a little tight. “I’ll put the toiletries up, then look at the room service menu.”
    â€œNathaniel was pretty put out that he didn’t get to make us a real breakfast,” I said, still clinging to the door.
    â€œI remember when a bagel was breakfast,” Micah said.
    â€œHell,” I said, “I remember when coffee was breakfast.”
    â€œI don’t,” he said. “I’ve been a lycanthrope too long. We have to eat regularly to help control our beasts.”
    â€œOne hunger feeds the other,” I said.
    â€œI’ll order food. You look at the file.”
    â€œI looked at it on the plane.”
    â€œDo you remember anything you read?”
    I thought about it, then shook my head. “No. I’d hoped it would help take my mind off of the whole being hundreds of feet above the ground situation, but I guess it didn’t really help.”
    â€œI noticed just how unhelpful it was.” He raised his hand up. There were still dim marks of my nails. Considering how fast he healed, that meant I’d actually hurt him.
    â€œJesus, Micah, I’m sorry.”
    He shook his head. “I’m not complaining. Like I said on the plane, it was interesting to see you so . . . so shaken.”
    â€œYou being there helped,” I said in a small voice.
    â€œGlad to hear that I spilled blood for a good cause.”
    â€œDid I really bleed you?”
    He nodded. “It’s healed, but yeah, you did. You still aren’t quite used to being more than human strong.”
    â€œI’ll read the file because I need to before tonight, but if you want to tell me about how you became a wereleopard, you can. Honestly, once you told me itwas an attack, I treated you like any survivor. You don’t question survivors about the trauma; you let them come to you.”
    He walked toward the doors, and for a moment I thought he’d walk by without touching me. Which would have been bad. He gave me a quick kiss and a smile, then moved past me to put the toiletries kit in the bathroom.
    I stood there for a moment, leaning against the door. We were doing the exact thing I’d feared we’d do alone together. We were raking emotional shit. I sighed and moved into the living room. The briefcase was waiting beside the couch. I got the file out and took it to the four-seater table by the big picture window. The main road was just outside, but it wound around a sidewalk that wound around a large fountain. It somehow made it seem less of a road and more of a view.
    I could hear Micah puttering in the bathroom. He had to be putting out the toothbrushes, deodorant, etc. . . . I would have stopped unpacking once the good clothes were hung up. Both Micah and Nathanielwere neater and more domestically organized than I was. So was Jean-Claude I guess. I