"Christ, I'd hate to see what's in the other box!" "And a box from your mother," Tina added helpfully. "The UPS guy brought that?" Jessica squeaked, also pointing at the Book of the Dead. "Darling, your grip-" He put his hand on my wrist and gently disengaged me, because I'd twisted the cloth of his lapel in my fist and, knowing him, he was less worried about the damage to his windpipe than ruining the line of his clothing. In half a second, my good mood evaporated like the Ant's taste at a sample sale. I brushed some of his dark hair off his forehead, tried not to stare longingly into his black eyes, let my hand wander down to his lapel, and finally tore my gaze back to the table. We were supposed to be drooling all over each other. It was nice not to be looking at him out of the corner of my eye all the time. After months of fighting my attraction to him, I didn't have to anymore, and baby, I was gorging. Yummy and great-looking and tall and broad-shouldered and so so fine. It had been, to put it mildly, an interesting year.Īs usual, I was so distracted by Sinclair's essential deliciousness, I almost forgot to look at the book they were so engrossed in. He was the king of the vampires, my lover, my fiance, my nemesis, and my roommate. "What are you guys working on?"Įric Sinclair leaned back so I could take a look. We can zap some popcorn and 'forget' it in the back of her closet." I tossed my keys on the counter and crossed the room. "Your stepmother's baby," Sinclair added. "To be alone with her baby," Tina clarified. The baby likes me, and even though the Ant doesn't, she's desperate to get out of the house. You heard exactly what I said." I pulled my cold hands out of my pockets and blew on them, which did zero good. "We didn't catch that one, dear," Sinclair told me.
And I have to cancel on you tomorrow, too, because I'm"-I paused for dramatic impact-"baby-sitting my baby brother."
"Oh, come on, like you really cared that I went over there and bugged the shit out of the Ant. "Thanks for canceling on me, you evil whore." Maybe I'd better rethink the dramatic entrance too many people were used to it. She was still in her caramel-colored coat, a man's coat that came almost to her ankles, and had her knitting bag in one hand and her gloves in the other. I popped open the kitchen door and practically leaped into the middle of the floor.
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