Moira Rogers: Cipher

He would have been her friend.

“Don’t mention it.” He pointed the car back toward the interstate on-ramp. “I ate early this morning, and I’d rather have the time to check things out.”

“Sounds good.” Silence fell, and they’d gone five miles before she spoke again. “Is there a reason Julio wouldn’t come with me?”

None he could discern—except that he hadn’t wanted to tangle with Andrew. Not that he was about to try and explain that to Kat. “Busy, I guess. I didn’t ask.”

She blew out a sudden breath. “Damn. You’re still impossible to read.” Sudden color flooded her cheeks. “Not that I was trying, I mean. It’s just…you’ve always been in control, but now you’re stone cold. Are you sure you’re not psychic or something?”

“Nope.” His parents had been remarkable people, but nothing about them had been the slightest bit supernatural. “No psychic powers, just me.”

“Yeah, well, whatever secrets you have, rest assured they’re safe from me.”

“Don’t have any secrets, Kat, least of all from you.”

“A lot has changed since we used to share them.” She hunched down in the seat, her posture defensive even though her next words sounded perfectly casual. “How’s Anna doing?”

Andrew tensed, because there was nothing he could say that wouldn’t piss her off. “Fine. She’s fine.”

He changed lanes and chanced a glance at her. “Is that really what you want to know?”

She was staring straight ahead, expression blank. “I’m glad you’re happy.”

He snorted out a helpless laugh. “You know, you’re so sure of everything, and you don’t even—” He bit off the words. “Ask me if I’m with Anna.”

“I take it back. I was just—I was trying to say the right thing.”

“Ask me, Kat, so I can tell you what you should have already figured out.”

Her sigh sounded equal parts exasperated and annoyed. “Fine, Andrew. Are you and Anna still seeing each other?”

“No.” He clenched his teeth to keep from elaborating.

“I’m sorry.” It sounded genuine. “That it didn’t work out, and that I brought it up. I just… Hell, it’s stupid.”

“Tell me, please.”

The sound of her heartbeat filled his ears, pounding too hard and too fast for her placid exterior. “It’s the elephant in the room. It doesn’t matter if we never dated. Everyone tiptoes around like you left me at the altar or something. I’m not going to make it all the way to Alabama with you, me and a couple elephants squeezed into this car.”

It was the converse of his own experience. The flip side. For every time someone had threatened to kick his ass for breaking Kat’s heart, someone else had comforted her. “Yeah, well. That big-ass elephant you were asking about? We broke up about five minutes after we started dating, and that’s not much of an exaggeration.”

“The elephant was less Anna and more…” She waved a hand in a vague gesture. “I don’t know. The fact that this is the first time we’ve really talked in over a year? If you’re with someone else, or you wanted to be, you don’t need to tiptoe around me. I’m a big girl, even if no one else thinks I am.”

“Don’t worry, I get enough shit for the both of us. I’m the last person who’ll go out of his way to spare you, out of sheer self-defense.”

“It’s not—” Her teeth snapped together. “Never mind. This isn’t what we should be talking about anyway. We need to make plans or something.”

They hadn’t talked in a year, and this was why. There never seemed to be a good time or place to start .

“If it looks like a setup, we can’t stay. And you know why.”

“Because my cousin married the werewolf princess and now I’m good hostage material?”

Because Andrew would get himself killed making sure she escaped any such fate. “You’re not going to argue the point, are you?”

She sighed quietly. “No. As long as you acknowledge that I’m not helpless.”

Andrew fought to hide a smile. “Hell no, you’re not helpless.”

That seemed to mollify her. Her stiff posture eased, though she kept her arms crossed over her chest. “I know I don’t look like I went all soldier of fortune like you do, but I’ve been getting my ass schooled five days a week by Zola and Walker. I’m a ninja with a taser.”

He nodded solemnly. “I’m sure you would be, if you owned a taser instead of a stun gun.”

“Thanks, Alec Junior. And by the way, I told him the next time he corrected me, I was going to stun gun his balls.”

“Carmen might object to that.”

Kat laughed, a clear sound he hadn’t heard in far too long. “Carmen likes me. Though maybe not enough to forgive me for assaulting her husband, even if he does have it coming.”

He flashed her a grin. “Something tells me she’d stop you, no matter how fond she is of you.”

“Uh-huh. Won’t stop me from doing the same to you .”

The words may have been a threat, but they made him think of her tugging at his belt, passionate fire lighting her eyes. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Good.” Laughter subsided, but the strangling awkwardness didn’t return. After a moment Kat sighed.

“I missed this. Laughing. You always made me laugh.”

“You laughed at me. That is not the same thing.”

“You did your share of laughing, too.”

“Well, it was only fair.”

“Yeah.” She lapsed into silence.

They drove for a few miles, and Andrew tried again. “Derek seems happy.”

“He is. He’s so happy I don’t have shields strong enough to block it out.” She sounded satisfied—and a little sad. “He and Nicole have crazy epic love. I think epic love is an epidemic. Seems like everyone’s coming down with a case of it.”

And it left her feeling lonely. Her isolation prickled at his heart and conscience. “Always when they least expect it. That’s something, anyway. It could happen to anyone.”

He caught her looking at him out of the corner of his eye, but she turned away too fast. “I’m not sure empaths are cut out for epic love. Not the strong ones. It’s not really all that safe.”

Another elephant, this one ten times bigger than the specter of Anna. “It doesn’t have to be too dangerous either.”

“Yeah, maybe not.” It was too fast and too bland to be remotely convincing, and she must have known it. “How far to Mobile?”

“Another hour or so. Maybe less.”

“I should check my email. See if Ben’s found anything else. He’s a technopath—they’re pretty fucking rare, which means no one really knows how to protect against them.”

She had her hair up, and when she leaned forward it exposed a complicated pattern of dark ink on the back of her neck. He reached out before he thought about it, brushing his thumb over the tattoo. “When did you get this?”

Goose bumps rose under his hand, and she shivered, her breath catching in a soft gasp he might not have heard if he’d still been human. “Six months ago. I went to the Ink Shrink.”

“You did not .”

“Did so.” Her T-shirt shifted as she reached for her netbook, proving that the ink continued down toward her shoulder blades. “I got it after I finished my thesis. My life needed punctuation. Or a chapter break.”

“Or a tattoo.” He’d been to see the Shrink himself, several times over the past year. “What’s it mean?”

“Hell if I know.” She sat back fast enough to dislodge his hand. “He twisted a little magic into it for me, and you don’t get to pick those. They pick you, whatever that means.”

“I get it.” He certainly hadn’t wanted a giant flaming bird across his back, no matter what the Shrink said about his totem animal being a phoenix instead of a wolf. “The damn man pretty much puts whatever he wants on you.”