don't see a problem,' I said. 'There will be three of us. Me, a living vamp, and a human.' I wanted Nick to go, even if he wasn't officially part of our firm.
'Me,' Jenks squeaked. 'Me too. Me too.'
'I didn't want to speak for you, Jenks,' I said. 'It might be cold.'
Takata chuckled. 'With all that body heat and under those lights? No way.'
'Then it's settled,' I said, terribly pleased. 'I'm assuming we get special passes?'
'Yes.' Takata twisted to reach under the folder that held his band's pictures. 'These will get you past Clifford. From there it shouldn't be a problem.'
'Super,' I said, delighted as I dug in my bag for one of my cards. 'Here's my card in case you have to get in touch with me between then and now.'
Things were starting to happen fast, and I took the wad of thick cardboard he gave me in return for my black business card. He smiled as he looked at it, and tucked it away in a front shirt pocket. Turning with that same soft look, he tapped a thick knuckle on the glass between the driver and us. I clutched my bag to me when we swerved to the shoulder.
'Thank you, Rachel,' he said as the car stopped right there on the freeway. 'I'll see you on the twenty- second about noon at the Coliseum so you can go over our security with my staff.'
'Sounds good,' I stammered as Jenks swore and dove for my bag when the door opened. Cold air blew in, and I squinted in the afternoon glare. Behind us was my car. He was going to leave me right here?
'Rachel? I mean it. Thank you.' Takata extended his hand. I took, giving it a firm shake. His grip was tight, feeling thin and bony in mine. Professional. 'I really appreciate it,' he said as he released my hand. 'You did good by quitting the I.S. You look great.'
I couldn't help but smile. 'Thank you,' I said, letting the driver help me out of the limo. The vamp driving my car slipped past me and vanished into the darkest corner of the limo as I tightened the tie of my coat and draped my scarf about my neck again. Takata waved his good-bye as the driver shut the door. The small, tidy man nodded to me before turning around. I stood with my feet in the snow as the limo eased into the fast traffic and disappeared.
Bag in hand, I timed the traffic and slipped into my car. The heater was on full, and I breathed the scent of the vamp who had been driving it, pulling it deep into me.
My head hummed with the music Takata had shared with me. I was going to be working security at his solstice concert. It didn't get any better than that.
Six
I had gotten myself turned around and back over the Ohio River and into the Hollows, and still Jenks hadn't said anything. The starstruck pixy had parked himself on his usual spot atop the rearview mirror, watching the encroaching snow clouds turn the bright afternoon dark and depressive. I didn't think it was the cold that had turned his wings blue, as I had the heater cranked. It was embarrassment.
'Jenks?' I questioned, and his wings blurred to nothing.
'Don't say anything,' he muttered, barely audible.
'Jenks, it wasn't that bad.'
He turned, a look of self-disgust on him. 'I forgot my name, Rache.'
I couldn't help my smile. 'I won't tell anyone.'
The pink returned to his wings. 'Really?' he asked, and I nodded. It didn't take a genius to realize it was important to the ego-driven pixy to be self-assured and in control. I was sure that's where his bad mouth and short temper came from.
'Don't tell Ivy,' I said, 'but the first time I met him, I fawned all over him. He could have taken advantage of me; used me like a tissue and thrown me away. He didn't. He made me feel interesting and important, even though I was working peon runs at the I.S. at the time. He's cool, you know? A real person. I bet he didn't think twice about you forgetting your name.'
Jenks sighed, his entire body moving as he exhaled. 'You missed your turn.'
I shook my head, breaking at a red light behind an obnoxious SUV I couldn't see around. The salt-stained bumper sticker read, SOME OF MY BEST FRIENDS ARE HUMANS. YUM, and I smiled. Only in the Hollows. 'I want to see if Nick is awake yet, as long as we're out,' I explained. My eyes went to Jenks. 'You'll be all right for a little longer?'
'Yeah,' he said. 'I'm okay, but you're making a mistake.'
The light changed, and I almost stalled my car. We lurched through the intersection, slipping on the slush when I gunned it. 'We talked today at the zoo,' I said, feeling warm inside. 'I think we're going to be okay. And I want to show him the backstage passes.'
His wings made an audible hum. 'You sure, Rachel? I mean, that was a big scare when you pulled that ley line through him. Maybe you shouldn't push it. Give him some space.'
'I've given him three months,' I muttered, not caring that the guy in the car behind me thought I was flirting with him as my eyes were on the rearview mirror. 'Any more space and he'd be on the moon. I'm not going to rearrange his furniture, just show him the passes.'
Jenks said nothing, his silence making me nervous. My worry shifted to puzzlement when I turned into Nick's parking lot and stopped beside his beat-up blue truck. There was a suitcase in the passenger seat. It hadn't been there this morning.
Lips parted, I glanced at Jenks, and he shrugged, looking unhappy. A cold feeling slipped into me. My thoughts flitted over our conversation at the zoo. We were going to the movies tonight. And he was packed? He was going somewhere?
'Get in my bag,' I said softly, refusing to believe the worst. This wasn't the first time I had come over to find Nick gone or leaving. He had been in and out of Cincinnati a lot the last three months, me usually being unaware of it until he returned. And now his phone was disconnected and there was a packed bag in his truck? Had I misread him? If tonight was supposed to be a dump date, I was going to just die.
'Rachel…'
'I'm opening the door,' I said as I stiffly put my keys into my bag. 'You want to stay here and wait and hope it doesn't get too cold?'
Jenks flitted to hover before me. He looked worried despite his hands being on his hips. 'Let me out as soon as we're inside,' he demanded.
My throat tightened as I nodded, and he dropped down with a reluctant slowness. I carefully snugged the ties shut on my bag and got out, but a swelling feeling of hurt made me slam the door, and my little red car shook. Glancing into the bed of the truck, I realized it was dry and empty of snow. It seemed likely that Nick hadn't been in Cincinnati the last few days, either. No wonder I hadn't seen him last week.
Thoughts spinning, I paced up the slippery walk to the common door, yanking it open and taking the stairs, to leave successively smaller chunks of snow on the gray carpet. I remembered to let Jenks out at the top of the third-floor landing, and he hovered silently as he took in my anger.
'We were going out tonight,' I said as I pulled my gloves off and jammed them in a pocket. 'It's been staring at me in the face for weeks, Jenks. The hurried phone calls, the trips out of town without telling me, the lack of any intimate contact for God knows how long.'
'Ten weeks,' Jenks said, easily keeping up with me.
'Oh, really,' I said bitterly, 'thank you so much for that update.'
'Easy, Rache,' he said, spilling a trace of pixy dust in his wake from worry. 'It might not be what you think.'
I'd been dumped before. I wasn't stupid. But it hurt. Damn it, it still hurt.
There was nowhere for Jenks to land in the barren hallway, and he reluctantly lighted on my shoulder. Jaw clenched so hard it hurt, I made a fist to hammer on Nick's door. He had to be home—he didn't go anywhere without his truck—but before I could, the door swung open.
My arm dropped and I stared at Nick, my surprise mirrored on his long face. His coat was unzipped and a
