on the arch of my left foot; Newt's claim of a favor. I owed two demons, but I was alive. I was alive and was no one's familiar. And finding the mark there had been better than waking up with a big N tattooed on my forehead.
David's steps faltered as he saw the plates of goodies laid out on the table. Ivy's workspace had been pushed into a three-by-three-foot section, the rest was full of cookies, fudge, cold cuts, and crackers. 'Help yourself,' I said, refusing to get worked up about things currently out of my control. 'Do you want to nuke your wine before we go out?' I asked, eating a slice of salami. 'I've got a pitcher to warm it up in.' I could use my new charm, but it wasn't reliable, and I was tired of burning my tongue.
The clunk of the wine as it hit the table was loud. 'You drink it warm?' David said, sounding appalled as he looked at the microwave.
'Ivy and Kisten do.' Seeing the Were hesitate, I gave the pot of spiced cider on the stove a quick stir. 'We can warm up half and put the rest in a snow bank if you want,' I added.
'Sure,' David said, his short fingers manipulating the foil-wrapped top.
Howard began filling a plate, but at David's pointed look, he started. 'Mmmm!' the older witch said abruptly, plate in hand. 'Mind if I go out back and introduce myself?' He wiggled the twig sandwiched between his hand and the foam plate in explanation. 'I haven't been to a solstice burning in a long time.'
A smile came over me. 'Go right on out. The door is through the living room.'
David and Howard exchanged another look, and the witch found his way. I heard a soft rise of voices in greeting as he opened the door. David exhaled slowly. Something was up.
'Rachel,' he said. 'I've got a paper for you to sign.'
My smile froze. 'What did I do?' I blurted. 'Was it breaking Lee's car?'
'No,' he said, and my chest tightened when his eyes dropped. Oh God. It must be bad.
'What is it?' I set the spoon in the sink and turned, gripping my elbows.
David unzipped his coat and pulled out a trifolded paper and handed it to me. Taking his bottle, he started to open it. 'You don't have to sign it if you don't want to,' he said, glancing at me from under his cowboy hat. 'I won't be offended. Really. You can say no. It's okay.'
I went cold, then hot, as I read the simply worded statement, wonder in me as I looked up and met his anxious eyes. 'You want me to be a member of your pack?' I stammered.
'I don't have one,' he rushed to explain. 'You'd be the only one in it. I'm a registered loner but my company won't fire someone with tenure if they're an alpha male or female.'
I could say nothing and he rushed to fill the silence.
'I, uh, feel bad for trying to bribe you,' he said. 'It's not like we're married or anything, but it gives you the right to get your insurance through me. And if either of us is hospitalized, we have access to the medical records and have a say as to what happens if the other is unconscious. I don't have anyone to make those kind of decisions for me, and I'd rather have you than a court or my siblings.' He shrugged with one shoulder. 'You can come to the company picnic, too.'
My gaze fell to the paper, then rose to his stubbled face, then back to the paper. 'What about your old partner?'
He peeked over the paper to look at the print. 'It takes a female to make a pack.'
'Oh.' I stared at the form. 'Why me?' I asked, honored he'd ask but bewildered. 'There must be lots of Were women who would jump at the chance.'
'There are. And that's just it.' Dropping back, he rested against the island counter. 'I don't want a pack. Too much responsibility. Too many ties. Packs grow. And even if I went into this with another Were with the understanding that it was an agreement on paper and nothing else, she would expect certain things, and so would her kin.' He looked at the ceiling, his eyes showing his age. 'And when those things weren't provided, they would start to treat her like a whore instead of an alpha bitch. I won't have that problem with you.' He met my eyes. 'Will I?'
I blinked, starting slightly. 'Ah, no.' A smile quirked the corner of my mouth. Alpha bitch? That sounded about right. 'Gotta pen?' I asked.
David exhaled with a soft puff, relief in his eyes. 'We need three witnesses.'
I couldn't stop grinning. Wait until I told Ivy. She'd have kittens.
We both spun to the window as a whoosh of flame and a shout rose high. Ivy threw a second bough of evergreen on the bonfire, and the fire billowed up again. She was taking to my family's tradition of a solstice fire with an unsettling enthusiasm.
'I can think of three people off the top of my head,' I said, jamming it into a back pocket.
David nodded. 'We don't have to do it tonight. But the fiscal year is coming up, and we'll want to file it before then so you can start your benefits and get a line in the new catalog.'
I was on tiptoe to reach a pitcher for the wine, and David reached up and got it for me. 'There's a catalog?' I asked as I dropped to my heels.
His eyes were wide. 'You want to remain anonymous? That costs extra, but okay.'
I shrugged, not knowing. 'What's everyone going to say when you show up at the company picnic with me?'
David poured half the wine into the pitcher and set it to heat in the microwave. 'Nothing. They all think I'm rabid anyway.'
The smile wouldn't leave me as I ladled out a mug of spiced cider. His motive might be slanted—wanting the extra security for his job—but we would both benefit. So it was with a much improved mood that we headed for the back door, his warmed wine and half-empty bottle in his hands, and my spiced cider in mine. The heat of the church had taken the chill from me, and I led the way into the living room.
David's steps slowed while he took in the softly glowing room. Ivy and I had decorated, and purple, red, gold, and green were everywhere. Her leather stocking had looked lonely on the mantel, so I had bought a red and green knit one with a bell on the toe, embracing any holiday that got me presents. Ivy had even hung a little white stocking for Jenks that she had taken from her sister's doll collection, but the jar of honey wouldn't come close to fitting in it.
Ivy's Christmas tree glowed in the corner, looking ethereal. I'd never had one before, and I felt honored she had let me help her decorate it with tissue-paper-wrapped ornaments. We had made a night of it as we listened to music and ate the popcorn that never made it onto a string.
There were only two things under it: one for me, one for Ivy, both from Jenks. He was gone, but his presents to us had been left behind in opposite bedrooms.
I reached for the handle of the new door, a lump in my throat. We had opened them already—neither one of us were good at waiting. Ivy had sat and stared at the Bite-me-Betty doll, her jaw clenched and her breathing almost nonexistent. I hadn't been much better, all but crying upon finding the pair of cell phones in their foam box. One was for me, the other, much smaller one, was for Jenks. According to the receipt still in the box, he had activated it last month and even put himself on speed dial on mine.
Yanking open the door, I held it for David, my jaw clenched. I'd get him to come back. If I had to hire a pilot to write my apology in the sky, I would get him to come back.
'David,' I said as he passed. 'If I give you something, will you take it to Jenks?'
He glanced at me from the first step down. 'Maybe,' he said warily.
I grimaced. 'It's just some seeds. I couldn't find anything in my language of flowers book that said, 'I'm sorry. I'm an ass,' so I went with forget-me-nots.'
'Okay,' he said, sounding more sure. 'I can do that.'
'Thanks.' It was a whisper, but I was sure he heard me over the calls at his arrival.
I took the heated wine from David and placed it near the fire. Howard looked content talking to Keasley and Ceri, sneaking unsure glances at Takata lurking in the more-certain shadows of the oak tree. 'Come on over,' I said to David as Kisten tried to get his attention. Ivy's sister was prattling next to him, and he looked exhausted. 'I want you to meet Takata.'
The midnight air was crisp, almost painfully dry, and I smiled at Ivy when I saw her trying to explain to Ceri the art of making a s'more. The puzzled elf didn't understand how layering chocolate between a sugary grain product and spun confection could possibly taste good. Her words, not mine. I was sure her opinion would change after she ate one.
