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She laughs, but there’s no humor in it.
There’s a pregnant pause as I don’t reply, waiting for her to go on. I know that’s not the only thing that’s bothering her. As if she can read my mind, she opens her mouth.
“And then there’s...”She pauses.
“What?” I press. I want her to say it. I want her to admit there’s something going on between us.
“It’s stupid,” she answers, shaking her head.
“Tell me,” I demand a little more harshly than I intended.
She lets out a sigh. “Look, I’m not trying to sound like some crazy girl just because we just slept with each other, but wedidand I just thought...”She pauses again.
I’m beginning to see that opening up is not her forte.
“You just thought what?”
I’m not going to let this go.
She takes a deep breath. “I don’t know. I thought we’d have more time,” she says, looking down.
Me,too.
“We don’t know anything yet. In the meantime, let’s not worry about it yet. Not much we can do right now until we find him. Don’t know how long it’ll be, so might as well have fun while we’re at it.”
Her face falls at my words, but she recovers quickly, then she nods. Fuck. I made it sound like she was just a fuck until it was time to leave. I took her hands into mine. She won’t look up at me, so I force her head up by nudging her chin with my finger.
“I didn’t mean it like that. I want you, and I don’t think we should stop what we’re doing because Dante may or may not have a lead. If you want to stop, I’ll respect that, but I want you to talk to me about it instead of pulling away. Two people who’re having sex should be able to communicate.”
She was looking at me like I told her she was a wizard, and I’d come to take her to Hogwarts.
“That was a very...mature and responsible response,” she answers.
No doubt the question was on my face. I laugh at that.
“I have my moments.” I kiss her forehead.
“I have one more thing I want to ask you,” she says, looking up at me.
“Ask away.”
“Has anything happened between you and Cosima? I think she’s under the impression you two are supposed to be an item.”
Fucking Cosima.
“No,” I reply.
Now it’s her turn to shoot me a look that tells me she doesn’t believe me.
I sigh. “We used to flirt with each other growing up, but I never acted on it. I knew better than to cross that line. Her mother works for us, and we knew she would, too, once she turned eighteen. Cosima probably thought, if she batted her eyelashes enough, one of us would marry her. It’s not about love for her, it’s about rank,” I tell her, hoping it’s a satisfactory response. I didn’t want to talk or think about Cosima. When she doesn’t respond, I ask her, “Is she causing problems?”
A devilish smile takes over Anya’s face as she looks to the side. “I took care of it.”
“I’m not even going to ask.” I chuckle.
“She’s in the Cosa Nostra,” Anya says matter-of-factly.
“She is,” I say in the same tone.
