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“But she’ll still be a Realtor.” Missy giggled and took another sip of her drink. She gave a cheery little wave to a guest who passed by.
“I’m really happy at River Oaks. It’s sort of a family-responsibility thing. I couldn’t just give it up. But thanks.”
She gave an apologetic little shrug. “Well, you can’t blame me for trying. Your aunt Jettie felt the same way. But if you ever change your mind, you let me know, OK? I could find a really nice place for you, something more suited to your needs. Now, I should probably see to some of the other guests. Just stay a little while longer, please? I want to see you mixing and mingling, all right? Good girl.”
Missy wandered into the crowd and left me staring at an orange glass sculpture that looked like a foot. God, I hoped it was a foot. Without the social buffer Missy provided, I was left standing in the middle of the room, looking at other vampires ’ backs. I wandered into the kitchen and appreciated the enormous decorative bottles of vegetables preserved in olive oil. I finished off my drink and calculated the amount of time I had to stay before I could politely catapult myself out the front door.
Through the sliding glass door, on the back deck, I saw a tall, lanky vampire in blue jeans and a plaid cowboy shirt leaning against the railing. Dick looked terminally bored. Whom Missy thought he was going to “network with” at this shindig, I had no idea. The fact that he was probably enjoying himself less than I was was some consolation, considering it was possible that he was telling people he’d done dirty bendy things to me. Since no one was paying any attention to me, I didn ’t think it would hurt my reputation further if I talked to him.
Dick turned away from the moonlit, perfectly manicured lawn and took a long pull from his beer bottle as I slid the glass door open. “Hey there, Stretch.”
“Do you mind telling me why there are stories circulating about you and me committing indecent acts in the photo booth at the mall?”
Dick snickered. “That’s funny. I heard it was the bathroom at Denny’s.”
“You knew?” I smacked his arm, using the closed-fist “frogging” technique Jenny used to use on me.
“Ow!” he yelled. “Yes, I knew. Missy told me she’s heard it from a bunch of people! And then some ass-hat tax attorney in there asked if it was true that you had ‘exotic piercings.’” As my face contorted in alternate waves of disbelief and nausea, he assured me, “I told him no!”
“You knew people were saying those things about me, and you didn’t do anything?” I cried. “You couldn’t have told me that your girlfriend knew?”
“They were saying those things about me, too!” he exclaimed, laughing as he halfheartedly fended off my blows. “You don’t hear me complaining.”
“People say those things about you all the time.” I grunted, hitting him again.
“Well, yes, but I’m used to getting credit for the bad things I’ve actually done, not just things I’ve thought about.”
“Do you have any idea who would say stuff like this?”
“You mean, besides me, because it would really piss off Gabriel?”
“It’s not you, though, right? Because I would have to hurt you.”
Dick reached into a little blue Coleman cooler and pulled out a beer for me. “It’s not me, but only because I hadn’t thought of it. I wouldn’t get all worked up about it, Stretch. I mean, all of these vampires don’t have anything better to do than sit around gossiping like a bunch of old fishwives. It’ll blow over as soon as someone else lands on their radar. Just ignore it.”
I used the deck railing to pop off the cap and clink the bottle against his. “This has been an extremely crappy week.”
“Well, tell your good friend Dick all about it,” he said, patting a spot on the railing. “It’ll keep me from having to talk to any of those yuppie freaks in there.”
“What are you even doing here?” I asked. “I thought you and Missy had one of those ‘no strings’ friends-with-benefits things going.”
“Me, too,” he said, pursing his lips. “I don’t know what happened. She called and told me about our spin on the rumor mill.
And she started pouting and fussing, and before I knew it, I was apologizing. For things I hadn ’t even done! And then, to make it up to her, she made me promise I’d come to this thing tonight. She talked in circles until I don ’t even remember most of the conversation. She is a hell of a salesman.”
“Saleswoman,” I corrected.
“Whatever. All I know is, I’m not allowed to take my beer into the house because Missy says it doesn’t match the theme.
Which is just fine with me. And now you’re here, so the evening’s not a total waste.”
“Well, thanks.”
“So, how are you and Captain Gloom and Doom getting along?”
“If you’re referring to Gabriel, we’re getting along just fine, thank you.”
“Haven’t done the deed yet, huh?”
