“Hi, David, Howard,” Ivy said from the top of the hall, her hair freshly brushed and shoes now on her feet. “Can you stay for dinner? We have a slow cooker full of chili, so there’s plenty.” Ivy, however, just wanted to get in David’s pants.

David had started at her voice. Shifting his long coat closed, he took a step back as he turned. “Thanks, but no,” he said, eyes down. “I’m going for a run with the ladies. Howard might want to come back after dropping us off, though.”

Howard mumbled something about a meeting, and Ivy turned to the stained-glass window and the moon, just shy of full but hidden behind clouds. Weres could change anytime, but the three days of a full moon were the only time it was legal to roam the city’s streets on four paws, tradition turned to law by paranoid humans. What Weres did in their own houses, though, was their own business. The moonlit trail would be busy tonight.

Ivy’s foot twitched like a cat’s tail as she sat, turning her magazine over to hide the headline. I had to work to keep a straight face. It wasn’t often that she was smitten enough by anyone to look like a high schooler with a crush. And it wasn’t that she was obvious about it, but she was so closed with her emotions that any indication of attraction was as clear as finding love notes strewn on her bedroom floor. She’d probably recognized the sound of his car and had gone to tidy up, using the excuse of lowering the music.

“You should have called me when the demon showed,” David said, edging to the door.

Jenks’s wings clattered as he darted from the desk to the center of the room. “I was there to save her ass,” he said belligerently, then added a belated, “Hi, David. Who’s your friend?”

“This is Howard, my old partner,” David said, and Jenks’s head bobbed up and down.

“Oh, yeah. You stink for a witch. Whatcha been doing?”

Howard laughed, the sound echoing into the rafters and setting the pixies giggling. “Some freelance work. Thank you, Mr. Jenks. I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“It’s just Jenks,” the pixy muttered, giving Howard an unusual, cautious look as he landed on my shoulder.

Ivy was making eyes at David from over the crackers, and the small man started edging toward the door in earnest. “Do you want me to stay until sunup? Just in case?”

“Good God, no!” I exclaimed. “I’m on holy ground. I’m as safe here as if I was in my mother’s arms.”

“We’ve met your mother,” Ivy said lightly. “That doesn’t instill any confidence.”

“What is this, pick-on-Rachel night?” I said, tired of it. “I can take care of myself.”