“Oh.” Mattie clucked under her tongue and stood up to move back to the coffeepot. Pouring two more cups, she carried them toward the door saying, “I’m just going to take the boys some coffee and check on them. Have a cookie. I baked them myself.”
“It is the most ridiculous situation,” Justin growled, pacing his father’s study like a caged tiger. “She is my life mate. I’ve turned her. But I can’t claim her. And I’m not even allowed to tell her what I can offer her as her life mate. How great it will be. About the life mate sex, and the shared pleasure, and the shared sexual dreams and the—”
“Justin, life mates share a good deal more than sex.”
Justin whirled toward the door at those short words from his mother, and watched with resentment as she entered carrying coffee.
“I was talking to Dad, Mom,” he growled with irritation.
“Actually, you were talking to both of us,” she announced dryly, pushing a coffee at him before moving on to deliver the other to his father as she continued, “You were complaining so loudly it was impossible for me not to hear, and your voice was growing in volume. I thought I’d better come inform you of that before Holly overheard your whining.”
“I wasn’t whining,” Justin muttered and then grimaced because he knew he had been and said, “Well, if I was, I deserve to, don’t you think? This situation is some kind of hell.”
Sighing, Matild turned from giving his father his coffee and eyed him sympathetically. “I know it must seem so to you right now. But the situation isn’t as dire as you’ve convinced yourself.”
“The hell it isn’t,” he argued with amazement. “My life mate is married. I can’t claim her.”
“You are forgetting one thing,” his mother said solemnly.
“What’s that?” he asked shortly.
“That you only can’t claim her yet,” she said, and then pointed out, “You do have one very large advantage over her husband, son, and that is time. You are immortal. He is not. All you have to do is be patient and wait for him to die of old age or whatever end Death deals him and she will be yours.”
Justin stared at her blankly for a moment and then exploded. “Are you insane?”
Matild blinked in surprise and then gave a short laugh. “No, I don’t think so. But then they do say if you think you’re crazy you’re not, so perhaps if you think you’re sane you’re really crazy.” When he didn’t even smile at her words, she sighed and asked, “What is wrong with my reasoning?”
“You must be joking,” he said grimly. “There is no damned way I can just sit by and wait fifty or sixty years for that bastard husband of hers to die.”
“Why not?” she asked reasonably.
“She sleeps with him,” he snapped, furious at the thought of having to stand idly by imagining Holly sharing a bed with her husband for fifty years or so. He couldn’t do it. She was his.
“He has a point, Mattie,” his father said solemnly.
“Oh . . . yes . . . I see,” she said with a frown, and then brightened suddenly. “But darling, you are forgetting something else.”
“What’s that?” he asked dubiously. Certainly the last thing she’d claimed he’d forgotten had not been terribly helpful.
“She is immortal now. He is not. She will be able to read his mind and you know how impossible it is to live with someone when their every thought is open to you.”
That one had possibilities, he admitted. But . . . “She can’t read minds yet.”
“Then I suggest that is the very next thing you teach her,” his mother said firmly.
Justin hesitated and then asked, “But what if I teach her to read minds and she can’t read him? What if he’s a possible life mate for her too?”
Her expression turned somber at that question and then she simply asked, “Do you not think it is better to find that out as quickly as you can, so that you can move on if it is the case?”
“The chances that her husband is a possible life mate to her too are pretty slim,” his father said reassuringly.
“Are they?” Justin asked. “They grew up together. Have all the same experiences, and have loved each other all their lives.” He paced across the room restlessly and then whirled back to ask, “Just how the hell do nanos decide who would be your perfect mate?”
“I don’t know,” his father admitted quietly.
Sadly, Justin didn’t know either . . . and that worried him.
“Your parents are . . .”
Justin shifted his gaze from the road to Holly when she hesitated and suggested dryly, “Weird?”
Chuckling, she shook her head. “No, not weird,” she assured him and then added, “If anything, my parents get that crown. They dig up dead people for a living . . . and they like it.”
Justin smiled faintly, his concentration returning to the road until she said, “I was kind of impressed, actually.”
That drew his attention again and he arched an eyebrow. “Why? Because my father was as handsome and charming as myself?”
Holly laughed outright at his words, but then admitted, “Yes, your father is handsome, and yes, he looks almost exactly like you . . . and yes, he was charming.”
“Where do you think I got it?” he asked lightly.
She shook her head at that, but said, “Actually, what impressed me was how your parents are together. They seem still to love each other after so very long together,” she said with obvious admiration, and then grinned and added, “That or they put on a good show for visitors.”
“That wasn’t a show,” Justin assured her. “They really do love each other that deeply after all this time.”
“Pretty impressive,” Holly murmured.
“Not so impressive,” he assured her, as he turned onto the street where Jackie and Vincent lived. “They’re life mates. All life mates are like that. The nanos are good at pairing up couples.”
When Holly didn’t respond, Justin glanced over at her, but her face was turned toward the window. He couldn’t tell how she was reacting to what he’d said, but his guess would have been that she was reacting with resistance. She was so damned determined to stay married to her mortal . . .
“Anders and Decker said you probably couldn’t read me because of the head trauma I’d taken,” Holly blurted suddenly. “That there was damage that still needed repairing, and obviously there was. I couldn’t remember everything that led up to my fall at first.”
Justin was silent as he turned into the driveway to the house. But once he’d pulled into the garage and shifted into park, he turned to peer at her solemnly. “I couldn’t read or control you before you fell, Holly,” he said quietly. “Why do you think I had to chase after you? If I’d been able to control you I would have just made you stop before you ever left the crematorium.”
She blinked in surprise at that. “You couldn’t read or control me then?”
“No,” he assured her, having to fight himself to keep from reaching for her.
Holly stared at him briefly, a struggle taking place in her eyes, and then she turned and reached for her door handle, saying, “It doesn’t matter. I’m married.”
Justin watched her get out of the car and hurry into the house. Then leaned back in the driver’s seat with a sigh. She was going to fight this to the bitter end. Which meant his only option was to get them to that end as quickly as possible. His parents were right. His best bet was to teach her to read and control mortals and then reunite her with her husband . . . and hope like hell that Holly could read and control him. Because there was just no way she could live with the thousands and perhaps even millions of cuts that knowing every little thing another person thought or felt about you would bring. She just hadn’t experienced the pain of people’s thoughts yet.
Slipping out of the car, he entered the house. Much to his surprise Dante and Tomasso were not eating at the kitchen table . . . nor were they eating in the living room. The dynamic duo were actually taking a moonlight dip in the pool.