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“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 fucking 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 fucking 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