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of the situation. I kind of got that vibe off of him. I, on the other hand, like to be the one driving the action. That is why Alex originally put me on your detail. He knew I wouldn’t even let Hank get within a foot of you and a bed.” Hank being what he has named his man parts. I am still washing out my brain daily from learning that tidbit of information.
    “Yes, Jake won’t touch you that way and Jonas would assume it to be a betrayal to your father for even thinking about you in a sexual way. I cannot trust any of the other guards that much with your care,” Alex adds his logic. The fact that he could probably rip most of the guards to pieces would make me think he could keep any of them in line.
    Walt has been added to the normal werewolf guard rotation and Dante to the vampire side of things. I am up to six personal guards, so that is making things a little easier and allows the guards more downtime without following me around. Jonas, Marcus, and Walt tend to hang around close even when they are not on duty.
    “Well, I, for one, am glad to hear I won’t be needing to pick up any crying human girls as they throw themselves at your feet in the future,” I say bringing the conversation back to Jake’s big revelation. If he sticks by it, it will be a miracle.
    “No, we will only have to deal with the overly hormonal paranorm variety. Which do you think is worse?” Alex asks as I finish my steak. He takes my plate and wanders into the kitchen to get rid of both of ours.
    “We cannot expect him to keep it in his pants, and humans make me itch, so I am choosing the paranorm variety.”
    “I don’t know. A scorned werewolf can cause a lot more damage,” Alex suggests.
    “You guys do know I am still sitting here, right?” Duh. The conversation wouldn’t be as much fun without him hearing it.
    “Clyde is going to need a bath,” Jonas says dragging Demon Dog into the room. Not what I wanted to hear. We have played bath time before and it wasn’t something I put on my list of things I wanted to do again.
    I look at my little guy and find him covered in mud. Rain was not in any forecast I heard about. “Care to explain?” I ask imagining Clyde somehow finding the only mud hole in the entire city with his super sniffer.
    “There is a water main break. It is causing all sorts of trouble over on Elm,” Walt supplies.
    “Why didn’t you guys just hose him off downstairs? You had to have made a mess hauling him up here,” Alex states. You had better believe I am not cleaning the floors. The dog is one thing, but this girl doesn’t do linoleum.
    “He wouldn’t let us. He wanted his mommy,” Jonas answers as he hands me the leash.
    “Clyde this is so not cool,” I say standing up and heading towards the guest bath. There is no way he is getting in my tub. Plus, the other bath has a detachable showerhead that will make this easier. “What shampoo do you think we should use tonight?”
    The dog cannot respond to me, but I find myself asking him questions all the time. Rumor is that if he gets a hold of some of my blood, we will be able to communicate. With all the other voices filling my head already, that isn’t something I am planning on doing any time in the near future.
    “I don’t think you have found one strong enough to cover up the sulfur yet,” Jonas yells at my back as I make it to the washing station.
    I place Clyde into the tub and grab the showerhead. Only Clyde’s breath smells like sulfur to me, since he barks fire, I assume that is normal. The rest of Clyde just smells like wet dog, but the guys assure me it is like living with matches constantly being lit.
    I make short work of rinsing out all the gunk from his fur and lather him up with my oatmeal doggie wash to give his coat a nice shine. He does a good job of standing still in the bath when the water is on, but once I turn it off and stand to put the sprayer away, he shakes sending a flood of water everywhere. It was cute when he