"Ah, that's a good cookbook," Angus smiled. "From what I understand, it belonged to Khaat's grandmother and Kate passed it on to Khaat when she married Rob. There are a lot of notes in the margin from past generations about what they thought worked and what they thought didn't work quite so well. I like reading their comments almost more than the recipes themselves."
Khaat changed to black silk slacks, a black cashmere v necked sweater, and her black cloak, putting a pair of black gloves in the pockets. She tucked Remus's wand in one boot and her new wand in the other boot. Brian changed to black jeans and a black crewneck sweater, his black boots, black cloak, and black gloves. He put his wand on the inside pocket of his cloak.
"You don't have to go, you know," Khaat said to him softly as they finished dressing.
"Yes. I do. You will never ever be alone with that scumbag again," Brian said firmly. "If you can't take the kill shot, I will. Are we clear about that? I will give you every chance, but he's not slipping away one more time."
"Don't put yourself in the line of fire for me," she said.
"That's the job, Khaat," he said, looking at her very seriously. "That's always been the job. Don't let your heart get in the way of that tonight. Remember what you were trained for. This is when it counts the most."
"I..." she began and then quit. He walked over to her and stroked her cheek.
"Say it," he said softly.
"I dont' want to lose you," she said.
"Nor I you," he replied. "And I'm not planning on losing anybody. Okay?" She nodded. He led her back downstairs, as Robert and Kate returned, ready for the night's work.