Lover at Last (Black Dagger Brotherhood #11)(63)
Author: J.R. Ward

Well, obviously, if they weren’t of mateable age he hadn’t been with them.

Or fertile.

Which cut out what, like, a dozen or two? Great. What a hero.

What the f**k was he doing? He didn’t want to go back to this woman’s office – for one thing, there wasn’t enough time, assuming he wanted to be at the Iron Mask for opening. So the only option was right here, standing up, her skirt around her waist, her legs around his hips. Quick, to the point; then go their separate ways.

After he’d told her how much cash he was willing to pay for this warehouse, of course.

But then what? It wasn’t like he was going to bang her at the closing. He rarely did repeats, and only if he was seriously attracted or really itchy – which in this case he was not.

For chrissakes, what exactly was he getting out of this? It wasn’t like he was going to see her naked. Or have much skin-on-skin contact.

Unless…that was the point.

When was the last time he’d really been with a female? Like, properly. As in…nice dinner, little music, some necking that led to a bedroom…then long, slow, patient shit where he had a couple of orgasms.

And no choking sense of panic when it was over.

"You were going to say something?" the woman prompted him.

iAm was right. He didn’t need to be doing this crap. Hell, he wasn’t even attracted to the Realtor. She was standing in front of him; she was available; and that wedding ring on her finger meant she was probably not going to cause a lot of trouble after it was over – because she had something to lose.

Trez took a step back. "Listen, I – " As his phone went off in his coat, he thought, Perfect timing – and checked it. It was iAm. "’Scuse me. I have to take this. Hey, what you doing, little brother?"

iAm’s reply was soft, like he’d lowered his voice. "We got company."

Trez’s body tensed. "What kind and where."

"I’m home."

Oh, shit. "Who is it."

"It’s not your betrothed, relax. It’s AnsLai."

The high priest. Fantastic. "Well, I’m busy."

"He’s not here to see me."

"Then he’d better go back where he came from, because I’m otherwise engaged." When there was nothing but silence over the connection, all he had to do was dub in the ass-kicking. Unable to keep still, he stalked around. "Look, what do you want me to do?"

"Stop running and deal with this."

"There’s nothing to deal with. I’ll catch you later, ‘kay?"

He waited for a response. Instead, the line went dead. Then again, when you expected your brother to clean up your crap, the guy wasn’t likely to be in the mood for a protracted good-bye.

Trez hung up and glanced over at the Realtor. Smiling widely, he walked to her and looked down. Her lipstick was a little too coral for her complexion, but he didn’t care.

The shit wasn’t going to be on her mouth for much longer.

"Let me show you how warm I can make it in here," he said with a slow smile.

Back at the Brotherhood mansion, up in Layla’s room, a kind of detente had been reached among the various interested parties.

Phury wasn’t trying to turn Qhuinn into a wall hanging. Layla was getting assessed. And the door had been shut so that anything that went down was going to have no more than a quartet of firsthand witnesses.

Qhuinn was just waiting for Doc Jane to speak.

When she finally took her stethoscope off from around her neck, she sat back. And the expression on her face gave him no hope.

He didn’t understand it. He had seen his daughter at the door to the Fade: When he’d been beaten and left for dead at the side of the road by the Honor Guard, he had gone up to God only knew where, had approached the white portal…and had seen in the panels a young female whose eyes had started out one color, and ended up blue and green like his own.

If he hadn’t been witness to that, he probably wouldn’t have lain with Layla in the first place. But he’d been so sure that destiny was spelled out that it had never dawned on him…

Shit, maybe that young was the result of another pairing – somewhere else down the line.

But like he was going to be with anyone else? Ever?

Not possible. Not now that he’d had Blay once.

Nope.

Even if he and his former friend never got between the sheets again, he was never going to be with anybody else. Who could compare? And celibacy was better than second-best – which again, was what would be offered by the rest of the planet.

Doc Jane cleared her throat and took Layla’s hand. "Your blood pressure is a little low. Your pulse rate is sluggish. I think both of these can be improved with a feeding – "

Qhuinn all but jumped on the bed with his wrist outstretched. "I got it – right here. I got – "

Doc Jane put her hand on his arm and smiled at him. "But that’s not what I’m worried about."

He froze – and out of the corner of his eye, he saw Phury do the same.

"Here’s the problem." The doctor refocused on Layla, speaking gently and clearly. "I don’t know a lot about vampire pregnancies – so as much as I hate to say this, you need to go back to Havers’s." She put her hand up, as if she anticipated arguments from all corners. "This is about her and the young – we have to get them to somebody who can treat her appropriately, even if, under other circumstances, none of us would darken that guy’s door. And, Phury" – she looked over at the Brother – "you have to go with her and Qhuinn. Your being there will make it easier on everybody."

Lot of tight lips after that.

"She’s right," Qhuinn said finally. And then he turned to the Primale. "And you need to say you’re the father. She’ll get more respect that way. With me? He might well refuse to treat her – if she’s fallen, and has gotten f**ked by a defective? He could turn us away."

Phury opened his mouth. Shut it.

It wasn’t like there was much else to say.

As Phury got out his phone and called the clinic to inform the staff they were coming in, his tone of voice suggested he was ready to light the place up if Havers and his crew screwed around.

With that getting sorted, Qhuinn went over to Layla.

In a low voice, he said, "It’s going to be different this time. He’s going to make things happen. Don’t worry – you’re going to get treated like a queen."

Layla’s eyes were wide, but she kept it together. "Yes. All right."

Bottom line? The Brother wasn’t the only one ready to throw down. If Havers turned any of that glymera distaste on Layla, Qhuinn was going to beat the ego out of that male. Layla didn’t deserve that shit – not even for choosing a reject to mate with.

Fuck. Maybe it was better that she lose the pregnancy. Did he really want to condemn a child to his DNA?