“All right I’ll think about it. Seriously.”
“That’s all I can ask for,” he said, back in Hollywood deal-making mode. “Call me if you have any more questions.”
Hanging up, I felt like the decision had already been made. But there was still one person I had to talk to about it.
Home was a condo near the Cherry Creek area. I’d spent the whole drive there arranging the coming conversation in my head. Maybe it would even go a little like how I planned it.
The other person I had to talk to was Ben. My husband. We’d been married for a year. And we hadn’t killed each other yet, which I was pretty proud about. Not that we would literally do that, but we were both werewolves, and we could—if we didn’t depend on each other so much.
Ben was a lawyer with his own practice. He worked from home, which meant he was already in the living room watching evening news on TV when I came in, wincing and looking guilty, sure he’d suspect something was going on.
But he hardly noticed. “Good, you’re home,” he said. “I have some news.”
He seemed positively bubbling. I blinked at him. Wow—my conversation was already derailed and it hadn’t even started yet.
“So do I,” I jumped in. “I need some advice, actually. I just need to talk this over with someone a little more objective than I am.”
“You first,” he said. “Let’s get yours out of the way so we can get to the exciting part. ’Cause mine’s better.”
Now I was intrigued. I almost argued, but I wanted to have this talk before I chickened out. I slid next to him on the sofa.
“I’ve got an invitation to appear on a reality TV show—” I held up my hand to stop him because he’d already opened his mouth to argue. “They’re inviting a bunch of supernatural celebrities. Remember Tina McCannon from Paradox PI? She’s signed up, and so has Jeffrey Miles, and I don’t know who else they’ve got. But it looks like they’re trying to do this with a little credibility. It’ll tape over two weeks in Montana. They’ve got this hunting lodge or something, and they say they want it to be educational. Consciousness-raising. You know?” I realized I was trying to make it sound good. I wanted him to think it was a good idea.
He sat back, brows raised, looking at me like I was a little bit crazy. I’d thought he was long past being surprised by anything I got mixed up in.
“It sounds like the setup for a horror movie to me,” he said.
“God, please don’t say that. I’m already anticipating nightmares over this.”
“Then why are you even thinking about it?”
“Publicity,” I said, and I could feel the wild gleam in my eye.
“You show-business people are weird,” Ben said.
I liked to pretend I wasn’t exactly part of show business. Sure, I was in the business of entertaining people, but I was on radio. On the fringe. And I was even on the fringe as far as radio was concerned. It wasn’t like I was in the thick of the Hollywood madness of real show business, right? At least, not yet.
But you know? He was right. Show business was weird.
“It pays pretty well. And. Well. What I’m really worried about is being away from you for two weeks.”
Ben and I were a pack. Even if we hadn’t been the alpha werewolves leading the Denver pack, the two of us were a pair. A matched set. The idea that wolves mate for life isn’t accurate—in the wild, wolves will find a new mate if one of their pair dies, and an alpha male will mate with several females if the pack is prosperous. But Ben and I were pretty solid, and since we’d hooked up we hadn’t been apart for more than a couple of days. That was the worst part of this whole deal. I’d gotten used to having him in my life, and I didn’t like the prospect of being without. Of not having my guy watching my back.
I saw some of my own thoughts reflected back at me: hesitation, uncertainty. The conflict between human and wolf.
“I don’t know,” he said, shrugging. “If we were a normal couple and you really needed to do this for your career, it wouldn’t even be a question, would it?”
We tried to be normal. We tried not to let our wolf sides overrule us. It was a dominance thing, just like being part of a wolf pack. Every time the wolf side won an argument, we felt a little less human.
“I think I’d still miss you.” I leaned my head on his shoulder.
“Thanks.” He kissed the top of my he
ad, and I could have stopped talking about anything and just cuddled for the next hour or so. “But you still want to know if I think it’s a good idea or a bad idea.”
“Yeah.”
“It sounds… interesting.”