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homesick. I think it’s getting worse by the hour.”
    “You miss us?” I ask.
    He pauses. “Some more than others.”
    My smile could light up Vegas. “Well, Nancy misses you horribly.”
    “Does she?”
    “Yeah. She’s moping around. Told me she’s constantly thinking about you. It’s downright pathetic.”
    Another pause. “Well, tell her the feeling is mutual. I miss her more than I thought I would.”
    I feel my cheeks flaring up, and I clear my throat. “So, they still treating you okay?” They being the Eastern Pack, a group of werewolves who hold domain over all the wolves from the Mississippi River east. Will met them right when he turned and got on with the Alpha, or leader, Jason Dahl. Will has an open invitation to permanently join them but probably never will. Too much kumbayaing and rules.
    “I guess. It’s all too upbeat for my taste, but otherwise I guess I’m having a good time.”
    “What do you mean, upbeat ?”
    “The whole time I’ve been here, they’ve been drumming into my head this ‘proud to be a werewolf’ rhetoric. I wouldn’t be surprised if they asked me to be in a parade or something.”
    “I’d like to see that,” I chuckle. “You’ll all be carrying banners and howling in Baltimore.”
    “Well, if it happens I’ll send you a plane ticket.”
    “We can march and chant together! I’ll even dress up! We can wear matching fur coats while singing ‘Who Let the Dogs Out’.”
    “No singing. I’ve heard you sing. We wouldn’t want to clear the streets.”
    “Shut up. I’m not that bad.”
    “You really are,” he chuckles. “But I’d let you walk with and hold my leash, how’s that?”
    “I’m honored you’d trust me with that responsibility,” I laugh.
    Someone knocks on my door, and it opens before I can respond. Agent Wolfe, Irie’s nighttime playmate and one of the actual FBI agents assigned here, pokes his head in. “The plane’s waiting.”
    “Is someone there?” Will asks.
    Covering the phone with one hand, I wave Agent Wolfe away mouthing the words, “Just a minute.” Releasing the receiver I say, “Will, sorry, I have to go. Nancy’s waiting for me.”
    “Oh, okay,” he says, sounding disappointed. The feeling is mutual.
    “I’m sorry. She’s been waiting for half an hour. I’ll see you in a few days, okay? Try to have fun. Bye.” I hang up before he says another word.
    “You didn’t tell him, did you?” Wolfe asks.
    I stand up, pulling my skirt down. “Of course not. And you better not either.”
    “And have him eat the messenger? I don’t think so.” Wolfe steps into the room, picking up both my suitcases. He glances at me and smiles. “You look … nice.”
    I pick up my boots from the floor. “Shut up. I look like an Elvira reject.”
    “Then you’ll fit in with everyone else there. And don’t be nervous. Just stick close to Oliver and follow everything he says. Do that, and you’ll be fine.”
    Right. I am so doomed.

Three
    Mr. and Mrs. Oliver Smythe
    I know people flying in private jets with unlimited financial resources shouldn’t be miserable, or at least that’s what I thought when I’d watch those celebrity shows, but it does happen. I’d rather be in my old Volvo without air conditioning on my way to anywhere but Dallas, Texas, in this Cessna. I’ve seen Dallas. Lived there, done that. Of course at the time I was six. A lot has changed since. Instead of pink jelly shoes and overalls, now I’m barely wearing clothes, and the shoes I have on might kill me before any vampire does. Either a man or a sadomasochistic woman invented these things. Even sitting down, they’re as comfortable as the Rack. The clothes and makeup—all two inches of it to make me resemble a corpse—aren’t any better. “Slut” has never been a good look for me. My best friend, April, would laugh if she saw me now. She was always trying to get me to dress like this when we went out as teenagers. One look now and she’d bite