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And yes, I do realize that would be me. (Jenny had produced grandchildren, after all.) I slapped the hood of my old station wagon in a sort of greeting, wondering idly if Big Bertha had behaved herself for Gabriel. It didn’t really prick my conscience either way.
Lifting the brass knocker, I was struck by a horrible thought. What if Gabriel wasn’t home? Or worse, what if he was home and had someone with him? Some vampire groupie/snack or another vampire? What if he was feeding? Ick. Or having weird vampire sex? Ickier.
I had turned on my heel and started to run back to my house when I heard Gabriel ask, “Where are you going?”
7
The bond between sires and the young vampires they create is sacred and should be respected.
—From The Guide for the Newly Undead
“Gah! How do you do that?” I yelped, turning to find Gabriel standing in all his noir glory just behind me. “Why didn’t I sense you or smell you or whatever?”
“I move faster than your young senses can detect,” he said, opening the door and welcoming me with a wave of his arm.
“You will become more attuned to me in time.”
I chose not to respond to that, striding into the slate -blue foyer with my shoulders squared. He followed, hovering on the edge of touching me. His fingers glided millimeters from my arms, leading me through to the den.
“I fixed your car,” he said, tossing the keys from a jade dish on the little maple end table.
I palmed them and eyed him speculatively. “You fixed my car?”
“I have walked the earth for more than a century. I managed to pick up some skills along the way, ” he said, before reluctantly adding, “and one of them is finding skilled mechanics.”
I smirked, leaning against the wall. “You almost had me there.”
“I supervised,” he insisted. He was adorable when he was all flustered and indignant. “That car was a death trap—”
“It’s a classic.”
“A classic with shot brakes, a fuel line that had been gnawed by rodents, and a carburetor that had been rebuilt using duct tape,” he said. “I don’t know what any of that means, but my mechanic said he couldn ’t determine what made your car break down because it would have been much easier to look for what didn’t.”
“OK, so I’ve been a little lax in the automotive -repair department,” I said defensively. “And I shouldn’t have let a high-school student rebuild my carburetor. But that doesn’t mean you need to do things like this for me. It makes me feel obligated.”
“That wasn’t my intention. I liked feeling that I was doing something kind for you, Jane. I haven ’t felt the urge to do something like that for a woman in a long time. And I thought you would appreciate the restoration of your vehicular independence far more than posies and poetry.”
I smiled, and, encouraged, Gabriel took a step toward me.
“Thanks. I mean, it’s not exactly a sonnet, but that’s really—wait. No,” I said, warding him off. “I’m still pissed at you, seriously pissed. That girl at my house, Andrea. You had no right to do that. Did it even occur to you that you had no right to do that?”
Unimpressed with my outburst, he replied, “You needed someone experienced to help you through your first live feeding.”
I jabbed a finger into his chest, backing him into his living room. “So why didn’t you just send over a hooker? Hell, why didn’t you videotape it? You could have sold it to Vampire Girls Gone Wild.”
He smiled that “pitiful creature, you amuse me” smile. “Jane, your innocence is one of the many things that make you so interesting. It wounds me that you would even think that.”
“First of all, I’m not that innocent. I shoplifted Bonnie Bell lip gloss from the Woolworth ’s when I was eight. So there. And second, why are you so interested in who and what I eat?” I demanded, again with the jabbing. “And if you use that ‘I’m your sire’
crap, you will be using your vampire strength to pull a size-nine sneaker out of your ass.”
“Though it’s an entertaining mental image, that was truly vulgar,” he said. “Now, sit, please.”
I flopped back on a cozy tooled-leather couch the color of old wine. A toasty fire licked the hearth despite the midsummer heat. Even in my snit, I enjoyed bathing my face in the warm light. I hadn ’t had a chance to appreciate Gabriel’s fine parlor while I was zipping toward freedom. It was just as welcoming and well decorated as the bedroom. Polished, honey-colored wood floors, a thick navy and maroon rug, deep cushy sofas and chairs. This was definitely a wine-and-cheese sort of room.
Watching my mood mellow to just south of truly pissed, Gabriel smiled, his canines gleaming in the firelight. He sat near but not next to me, giving me just enough room to feel comfortable but definitely aware that he could reach out for me at any moment.
“So, how was your day?”
