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"Dolph?" I made his name a question.
He spoke without turning around. "I am taking a lot of heat for you, Anita."
"Not on this you're not," I said. "Everybody that you took out of this house won't be human. The laws may cover shapeshifters as human, but I know how it works. What's one more dead monster?"
He turned then, leaning his big body against the dresser, arms crossed. "I thought that shapeshifters changed back to human form when they died."
"They do," I said.
"The snake things didn't."
"No, they didn't."
We looked at each other. "You're saying they weren't shapeshifters?"
"No, I'm saying I don't know what the hell they are. There are snake men in a lot of different mythologies. Hindu, vaudun. They could be something that was never human to begin with."
"You mean like the naga you pulled out of the river two years ago?" he said.
"The naga was truly immortal. These things, whatever they are, couldn't stand up to silver bullets."
He closed his eyes for a second, and when he looked at me again, I saw how tired he was. Not a physical tiredness, but a tiredness of the heart, as if he'd been carrying some emotional burden around a little too long.
"What's wrong, Dolph? What's got you so ... riled up?"
He gave a small smile. "Riled up." He shook his head and pushed away from the dresser. He sat on the edge of the bed, and I turned in the chair, so I was straddling the back of it and could see him better.
"You asked what woman in my life was sleeping with the undead."
"I shouldn't have said that. I'm sorry."
He shook his head. "No, I was being a bastard." His eyes were fierce again. "I don't understand how you can let that ... thing touch you." His revulsion was so strong that I could almost feel it against my skin.
"We've had this discussion before. You're not my father."
"But I am Darrin's father."
I gave him wide eyes. "Your oldest, the lawyer?" I asked.
He nodded.
I watched his face, tried to catch a clue, afraid to say anything. Afraid I'd misunderstood him. "What about Darrin?"
"He's engaged."
I watched the terrible seriousness of his face. "Why do I get the idea that congratulations aren't in order?"
"She's a vampire, Anita, a f**king vampire."
I blinked at him. I didn't know what to say.
Those angry eyes glared at me. "Say something."
"I don't know what you want me to say, Dolph. Darrin's older than I am. He's a big boy. He has the right to be with whoever he wants to be with."
"She's a corpse, Anita. She is a walking corpse."
I nodded. "Yeah."
He stood, pacing the room in long angry strides. "She's dead, Anita, she's f**king dead, and you can't get grandchildren from a corpse."
I almost laughed at that, but my sense of self-preservation is stronger than that. I finally said, "I'm sorry, Dolph, I ... it's true that, as far as I know, female vamps can't carry a baby to term. But your youngest, Paul, the engineer, he's married."
Dolph shook his head. "They can't have kids."
I watched him pace the room, back and forth, back and forth. "I didn't know, I'm sorry."
He sat back down on the bed, broad shoulders slumping suddenly. "No grandchildren, Anita."
I didn't know what to say, again. I couldn't remember Dolph ever sharing this much of his personal life with me, or anyone for that matter. I was both flattered and almost panicked. I am not a natural caregiver, and I just didn't know what to do. If he had been Nathaniel or one of the leopards, or even one of the wolves, I'd have hugged him, petted him, but he was Dolph, and I just wasn't sure he was a petting kind of guy.
He just sat there staring blindly at the floor, his big hands limp in his lap. He looked so lost. I got up from the chair and went to stand beside him. He never moved. I touched his shoulder. "I'm so sorry, Dolph."
He nodded. "Lucille cried herself to sleep after Darrin made his little announcement."
"Is it the vampire issue or the no-grandchildren issue?" I asked.
"She says she's too young to be a grandmother, but ..." He looked up suddenly, and what I saw in his eyes was so raw, I wanted to look away. I had to force myself to meet that pained gaze, to hold it and take in everything that he was offering. Dolph was letting me see further inside him than ever before, and I had to honor that. I had to look at him, let him see that I saw it all. If he had been a girlfriend, I'd have hugged him. If he had been most any of my male friends, I'd have hugged him, but he was Dolph, and I just wasn't sure.
He turned his face away, and only then, when he'd given me all the pain in his eyes, did I try to hug him. He didn't let me do it. He stood up, moving away from me. But I'd tried, and that was the best I could do.
When he turned back towards me, his eyes were blank, his face set in that mask he usually wore, his cop face. "If you are holding out on me, Anita, I will bust your ass."
I nodded, my own face falling back into a mask as empty as his. The moment of sharing was over, and he was uncomfortable with it, so we'd go back to familiar ground. Fine with me. I hadn't known what to say anyway. But I'd remember he let me see inside. I'd remember, though I wasn't sure what good it would do either of us.
"A group of shapeshifters, or whatever, attacks me in my own home, kills one of my guests, wounds another, and you'll bust me. What the hell for?"
He shook his head. "You are holding out on me, Anita. Sometimes I think you do it out of habit, sometimes just to be a pain in the ass, but you don't tell me everything anymore."
I shrugged again. "I'm not saying I'm holding out anything about today, but I tell you what I can, Dolph, when I can."
"How about the new boyfriend with the cat eyes?"
I blinked at him. "I don't know what you mean."
"Micah Callahan. I saw him touch you."
"He brushed my hand, Dolph."
He shook his head. "It was the way he touched you, the way your face softened when he did it."
It was my turn to look down. I didn't look up until I was sure I could keep an empty face. "I'm not sure I'd call Micah my boyfriend."
"What would you call him?"
"I appreciate you sharing your personal life with me, Dolph, I really do, but I don't have to return the favor."
His eyes hardened. "What is it with you and the monsters, Anita? Us poor humans not good enough for you?"
"It's none of your business who I date, Dolph."
"I don't mind the dating, but I still don't know how you can stand for them to touch you."
"If it's none of your business who I date, it sure as hell isn't any of your business who I have sex with."
"You f**king Micah Callahan?" he asked.
I met his angry eyes with my own, and said, "Yeah, yeah I am."
He stood trembling in front of me, big hands in fists at his side, and for just a second, I thought he might do something, something violent, something we'd both regret. Then he turned his back on me. "Get out, Anita, just get out."
I started to reach out, to touch him, then let my hand drop. I wanted to apologize, but that would have made it worse. I was uncomfortable with the fact that I had sex with Micah, and that made me touchy. Dolph deserved better. I did the best I could to make up for it. "The heart wants what the heart wants, Dolph. You don't plan on making your life complicated, it just happens, and you don't do it on purpose, and you don't do it to hurt the people who love you. It just turns out that way sometimes."
He nodded, still turned away from me. "Lucille wants to call you and talk about vampires sometime--wants to understand them better."
"I'd be happy to answer any questions she has."
He nodded again, but wouldn't look at me. "I'll tell her to call."
"I'll look for the call."
We both stood there, him still not looking at me. The silence stretched between us, and it wasn't companionable, it was strained. "I don't have any more questions, Anita. Go on out."
I stopped at the door, looked back at him. He was still carefully turned away, and I wondered if he was crying. I might have been able to sniff the air and use my newfound leopard senses to answer the question, but I didn't. He'd turned away so I wouldn't see, wouldn't know. I respected that. I opened the door and closed it quietly behind me, leaving him alone with his grief and his anger. Whether Dolph cried or not was his business, not mine.
