Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter Colletion_ Books 11-15 - Laurell K. Hamilton [314]
“What on God’s green earth made you think I was doing Nathaniel that far back?”
“The way you looked at him. The way you reacted to him.” He looked at me, and his expression asked, Why wouldn’t I think that?
“I’m attracted to a lot of men, it doesn’t mean I’m having sex with them.” In my head, I added, just because you never pass up a piece of tail, doesn’t mean I don’t, but I didn’t say it out loud. First, it wasn’t entirely true, and second, the fight was winding down, I didn’t want to wind it back up.
“I know that now, and I’m sorry.” He glanced at Nathaniel, who must have put the biscuits in the oven while we were arguing, because he was starting to get plates down, and the pans of biscuits were nowhere in sight. “You asked me why if I’m having sex with Clair, I don’t look at her the way you look at Nathaniel.”
“I’m sorry, I had no right to say that, especially not in front of her.”
“I started it,” he said, “but the answer is simple. I don’t feel for her what you feel for him.”
I shook my head. “Why is everyone so determined that we’re a couple?”
He smiled, and it was sort of sad, wistful, and bitter all at once. It reminded me of Micah’s smile when he’d first come to me. “Because you’re more of a couple right now without the sex than I have been with anyone that I’ve been sleeping with.”
I didn’t say, including Clair, because it was none of my business, and it would have been mean. I didn’t want to be mean.
“Sex doesn’t make you a couple, Richard, love makes you a couple.” The moment it left my mouth, I would have taken it back. I was just sort of frozen there, afraid to look anywhere but at Richard’s face, because I didn’t know what my own face looked like, I didn’t want to show shock to Nathaniel, but I didn’t know what else to show. I hadn’t meant to say it.
“You always do that,” Richard said.
“What?” I asked in a small voice, that didn’t sound like me at all.
“Fight, rail against it.”
“Against what?”
“Love, Anita, you don’t like being in love. I don’t know why, but you don’t.”
I had no idea what to say to that.
“I’m going to check on Gregory. Either Damian’s asleep, or he ate him.” His words tried to make light of it, but his face and eyes couldn’t pull it off. But he turned and left, vanishing into the dimness of the living room beyond.
The kitchen was suddenly very, very quiet. If Micah was still standing behind me, no noise betrayed it. I knew he was still there, but he must have been holding his breath, waiting for me to say something, do something. The trouble was I didn’t know what to do.
Nathaniel walked past me without a word. He had an armful of plates, green glass, blue glass. He started laying them out on the table in front of the chairs. First a green, then a blue. He went around the table away from me, then laid the last one back at the head of the table within touching distance of me. I’d stayed like some kind of idiot, rooted to the spot, not sure what to say. I couldn’t declare undying love, because it’s not what I felt. It wasn’t.
He moved that small step from the table, and he was suddenly standing right in front of me, close enough that I got a faint whiff of vanilla, and it wasn’t the baking. His face was serious, but his eyes held a hint of a smile. He leaned in and laid a kiss on my cheek, while I stood there like an idiot. I was afraid. Afraid that he’d demand that I tell him I loved him, or something equally ridiculous, or equally impossible. But he didn’t. He just kissed me, then leaned back with a smile. “I’ve had hundreds of people tell me they love me, but they didn’t mean it. They just wanted to use me. You may never say the words out loud, but you mean them.”
The timer buzzed on the oven, and he turned with a smile. “Biscuits are ready.” He used a dish towel for a pot holder and took the biscuits out. They were golden brown, and the smell of them filled the kitchen.