Donovan didn't look at me. "I'm glad. "
Callie wrapped her arms around Donovan. The two of them shared a soft, gentle kiss; then he pulled her into a tight embrace, sliding his arms across her back and burying his face in her neck. The diamond ring on Callie's finger winked at me like a cold, mocking eye, and I finally put two and two together. Took me long enough.
Callie had mentioned that her fiance was a cop and had asked the bartender to call him. I'd just never expected it to be my cop. Or my ex-cop. Or whatever the hell Donovan Caine was to me now.
Callie was Donovan's fiancee. The thought rattled around inside my head, echoing over and over again. Of course she was. If I'd thought the irony of the situation had merely been kicking me before, it was now laying a full-body smackdown on me, concentrating on my bruised ego and battered pride - and maybe my wounded heart too.
I felt as though a giant had just sucker punched me, but I kept my face cold, smooth, remote, and impassive. Hiding my true feelings was one of the first things Fletcher had taught me when he'd started training me to be an assassin - even if I wasn't quite sure what those feelings were right now. Anger, longing, regret, attraction. They were all a big jumbled mess inside me, tiny barbed threads that pulled my emotions first one way, then the other, until everything was twisted, tangled, and snarled beyond all comprehension.
Donovan and Callie broke apart, although he kept one arm around her waist, holding her close to his side, something he'd never done with me - not even once. He hadn't been able to get away from me fast enough whenever we were together.
"You want to tell me what happened?" Donovan asked in a quiet voice, finally looking at me. "And why you're in Blue Marsh?"
"Bria and I are here on vacation," I said in an even tone. "Her idea. We drove down from Ashland earlier today. Callie and Bria are old friends, and Bria wanted to stop and catch up with her. We were finishing our dinner when those two clowns showed up and started threatening Callie. Things were getting ugly, so I made sure the good girl won, just like I always do. End of story. "
"You should have seen her, Donovan," Callie said, a bit of awe creeping into her voice. "It was amazing the way that she took those two guys down all by herself. Especially that giant. "
"I just bet it was," he muttered.
"I told them about Stu's murder and Randall Dekes and how the vampire's been pressuring me to sell my restaurant to him. " Callie hesitated. "Right before you showed up, Gin was telling me that maybe she could figure out a way to get Dekes to stop harassing us. To get him to leave us alone - for good. "
Donovan's face hardened, and his golden eyes sparked with anger. "Absolutely not," he growled. "I told you. I'll handle Dekes. I'll get him to back off. What happened to Stu won't happen to you. I promise you that. "
Callie frowned at her fiance, obviously wondering at his sudden show of temper. "You've said yourself that Dekes thinks that he's above the law. That he gives too much money to too many people for anyone to want to rock the boat. So far, you've been right. The cops haven't even questioned him about Stu's death. So if Gin can help, then why not let her?"
"Because I don't exactly do things by the book or even by the law," I said. "And you know how Donovan is - he's such a stickler for the rules. "
Donovan opened his mouth to say something, probably to call me out for mocking him, when Pete let out a low groan on the floor. A few seconds later, Trent rolled over onto his side and started to come to as well. Bria helped Donovan prop them both up in chairs and handcuff them; then Donovan called some of his fellow boys in blue to come haul them off to the nearest jail.
Bria and Donovan moved to the other end of the bar, talking to each other cop-to-cop, while Callie grabbed a broom from the corner and started sweeping up all the broken glass. That left me to lean against the bar and keep an eye on the bad guys.
After staring at me for the better part of two minutes, his face red with rage, Pete finally opened his mouth. But before he could speak, I casually palmed one of my silverstone knives and started flipping it end over end in my hand.
"Yeah, yeah," I said. "I know exactly what you're going to say. I'm a bitch, this isn't over, and I'll be seeing you again real soon. If I had a dollar for every time I'd heard that, I'd be even richer than I already am. "
Pete kept glaring at me, so I leaned forward so that my face was level with his.
"Trust me, dude," I said, letting him see the cold violence that always lurked just below the surface of my wintry eyes. "You do not know who you are messing with, and you do not want to find out. Do yourself a favor. When your boss Dekes springs you from the pokey, tell him that Callie Reyes is off-limits and to find somewhere else to build his fancy resort - or he will be sorry that he didn't. You got that?"
"Yeah," Pete muttered. "I got it. "
Maybe I was still feeling tired, maybe I wanted to limit the mess I made down here, or maybe I was still hoping to salvage some part of my much-needed vacation, but I was giving Pete and his boss a chance to walk away before things got any bloodier. I doubted that either one of them would take me up on my generosity, though. Still, it was more than I normally would have done. If they persisted with things, well, what happened would be on them, not me.
The po-po arrived soon after that, their blue and white lights flashing in the parking lot and casting garish shadows into the restaurant. Bria stayed inside to say her good-byes to Callie, but I followed Donovan outside and watched him and two other cops load Pete and Trent into the back of a squad car. The two cops got into the front of the vehicle and pulled out of the lot.
"How long will it take Dekes to bail them out?" I asked Donovan.
He watched the blue and white lights fade away. "Not long enough. "
"That's what I thought. "
We didn't speak for a minute. A breeze blew in from off the ocean, plastering Donovan's suit to his side and outlining his firm body. He stared out into the semidarkness as though the night held all the answers to his questions. I could have told him not to bother, that the shadows only whispered of lies, when they bothered to speak at all, but he wouldn't have listened to me. He never had. Not before. Not about anything that had really mattered.
Still, I'd felt something for him once and I hoped that he had for me. I owed him something for that, even if I knew that he would probably reject me just the way he always did.
"You know, my offer still stands," I finally said.
"And what offer is that?"