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She finished it off, then sipped the last of her coffee. As she got up to toss the empty bag and cup into a park trash bin, she was distracted by an elderly man who was walking a pair of small brown dogs along the riverfront. Tess said something to the old man, then dropped down into a crouch and let the dogs climb all over her.
Dante watched her laugh as the pair of them rolled and danced for her attention. That rigid guard he was so unsuccessful in breaching with her was gone now. For a few brief minutes, he saw what Tess was really like, without fear or mistrust.
She was glorious, and Dante felt an insane stab of envy for the two mutts who were benefiting from her uninhibited affection.
He strolled over and gave a nod of greeting to the old man as the gentleman and his dogs began to move on. Tess rose, still beaming, as she watched the beasts trot off with their master.
"You have quite a way with animals."
"They're my business," she said, as if she needed to explain her delight.
"You're good at it. That's obvious."
"I like helping animals. It makes me feel... useful, I guess."
"Maybe you could show me what you do sometime."
Tess cocked her head at him. "Do you have a pet?"
Dante should have said no, but he was still picturing her with those two ridiculous furballs and wishing that he could bring her some of that same joy. "I keep a dog. Like those."
"You do? What's its name?"
Dante cleared his throat, mentally casting about for what he might call a useless creature that depended on him for survival. "Harvard," he drawled, his lips curving with private humor. "I call it Harvard."
"Well, I'd love to meet him sometime, Dante." A chilly breeze kicked up, and Tess shivered, rubbing her arms. "It's getting kind of late. I should probably think about heading home." "Yeah, sure." Dante nodded, kicking himself for making up a pet, for God's sake, just because it might win him some favor with Tess. On the other hand, it might also be a convenient way to spend more time with her, figure out just what she knew about Crimson and her ex-boyfriend's dealing operation.
"I enjoyed our walk, Dante."
"So did I."
Tess glanced down at her feet, a wistful look on her face.
"What is it?"
"Nothing. I just... I wasn't expecting anything good to happen tonight. It's generally not one of my favorite days."
"Why not?"
She glanced up then, gave a vague shrug of her shoulder. "It's my birthday."
He chuckled. "That's a bad thing?"
"I don't usually celebrate it. Let's just say I had a rather dysfunctional upbringing. It's not a big deal, really."
Really, it was. Dante wouldn't have needed any part of a blood bond with Tess to understand that she was still hurting from a very old wound. He wanted to know everything about her pain and its source, his protective instincts firing up at the thought of Tess suffering any kind of unhappiness. But she was already moving away from him, inching toward the path that would lead them up to the street, back to her neighborhood. He reached for her hand, delaying her retreat. He wanted to pull her into his arms and hold her there.
"You should have reason to celebrate every day, Tess. Especially this one. I'm glad you let me spend some of it with you."
She smiled--truly smiled, her eyes glimmering in the soft glow of the park lamps, her luscious mouth spreading into a beautiful, soft arc. Dante couldn't resist his need to feel her close to him. He tightened his fingers around hers and gently brought her toward him.
He looked down into her beautiful face, half lost to desire for her. "No birthday is complete without a kiss."
Like a gate slamming down before him, Tess's expression fell. She froze, then stiffened, pulling away from him. "I don't like birthday kisses," she blurted out on a rush of breath. "I just... I think we should call it a night now, Dante."
"Tess, I'm sorry--"
"I have to go." She was already moving onto the path. Then she pivoted around and ran off at a quick jog, leaving him standing alone in the park to wonder what the hell had just happened.
