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“What are you talking about?”

“Fine,” I said, “we’ll play it your way. Why don’t you watch Clair the way I watch Nathaniel, if you’ve fucked her?”

His face darkened. “Don’t talk about Clair like that.”

“Then don’t talk about Nathaniel,” I said.

Nathaniel seemed to be blissfully unaware of us. He got the big marble board out of the cabinet and put it down beside the sink. The marble was only used for one thing—baking of some sort. He moved to the fridge, getting out the dough that he’d made yesterday before we had to get ready for the wedding. Apparently, we were still going to have homemade biscuits, as planned.

“What is he doing?” Richard asked.

“I think he’s making biscuits,” Micah said.

Nathaniel nodded, making the long fall of auburn hair bounce like it was on a string. “Who’s having biscuits, so I’ll know how many to make?” He turned peaceful eyes to the kitchen, as if we weren’t fighting. Of course, I’d seen what his memory of “fighting” entailed, so maybe by his childhood standards this wasn’t a fight.

“I want some,” Fredo said.

“Homemade biscuits?” Doc Lillian asked.

“From scratch,” Nathaniel said with a smile.

“In that case, yes, please.”

Nathaniel looked at Richard and Clair. “Do you want some? I know Gregory will.”

“We’re only staying until we’re sure Damian is safe,” Richard said.

He turned his lavender gaze to Clair. “Do you want a biscuit?”

She looked at Richard, sort of nervously, then nodded. “Yes, please.” She patted his shoulder. “We didn’t get breakfast.”

Richard scowled.

I was willing to let the fight go. Nathaniel was right, without saying a word he was right, it hadn’t been much of a fight. Of course, just as it takes two people to fight, it takes two sides to call a cease-fire.

“Why do you care what I say about him? He’s nothing to you.”

I sipped the last of my coffee, put the mug down carefully on the cabinet, and smiled. I knew without a mirror that it wasn’t a good smile. It was the smile I got when I finally got to do something violent, when people had been making me behave. If I’d had any doubts about the smile, Fredo pushing himself upright, hands loose at his sides, clinched it. He knew it was trouble. The look on Micah’s face said he knew it was trouble, too. Even Clair looked worried. Nathaniel had gone back to smoothing out biscuit dough. No matter what happened, we’d need breakfast, so he was going to make breakfast. In his own way, Nathaniel could be as practical as I was.

Richard scowled up at me, and I knew in that moment that he wanted to fight. And strangely, I didn’t.

“Even if he was only my pomme de sang he wouldn’t be nothing to me, Richard.”

Micah had moved around to stand beside me. I don’t think he was sure what I’d do, but, for once, I was okay. I took his hand, partly to reassure him, and partly because he was close enough to touch.

“If he’s more than just food to you, why . . .” Again he seemed at a loss for words.

“Why aren’t I fucking him?”

Micah moved me in against his body, so that he was spooning me and had his arms around me. Almost as if he thought he’d have to restrain me and give Richard time to get to a door. My temper wasn’t that bad, honest. Well, most of the time. Well, some of the time. Oh, hell, I guess I couldn’t blame him for being nervous.

I leaned in against Micah, let his body hold me like it was a favorite chair. I could feel tension I hadn’t even known I was carrying seep out of my muscles.

“I thought you were screwing them both,” Richard said.

“Such a nice turn of phrase,” I said, and the tension just seeped right back in.

“You won’t let me say sleep. I’m trying to avoid saying fuck.”

“How about sex, or intercourse, those are nice technical terms.”

“Alright,” he said, “I thought you were having intercourse with both of them.”

“Now you know different,” I said.

“Yes,” he said it, and his voice was softer, less angry.

I felt like I was missing something here. “What difference does it make whether I was having sex with one, or both?”

He looked down then, and wouldn’t meet my eyes. “Could everybody leave us alone for