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I raked him with a withering stare and then turned my back. I hoped he’d get the message.
He didn’t. “Hey, you’ve got to remember me. We met on the road and you helped me change my tire. And you can’t forget I was the first person you ever-”
“Shut up, you idiot!”
After so long, he had the unimaginable nerve to start blurting out loud enough for the deaf to hear that he’d been the first guy I slept with? Maybe Option One was the better plan after all.
“See, you do remember me,” he went on, apparently not catching the ‘idiot’ part. “Gee, it’s been…what, six years? More? I almost didn’t recognize you. I know you didn’t look like this before. Not that you weren’t cute and all, but you kind of looked like a baby then. You’re all grown up now.”
He certainly didn’t appear much different. His hair was about the same length, the same sandy brown, and his eyes were the blue of my memory. Da
“Da
“But why? We should catch up. After all, it’s been a long time.” Without invitation, he plunked down at the recently vacated seat next to me.
“There’s nothing to catch up on. You came, you saw, you scored, you left. End of story.”
I turned my back again, surprised at the stab of hurt that still remained. Some wounds never quite healed, even with time and knowledge.
“Oh, come on, Catherine, it wasn’t all like that-”
“Well, hallo there, mate. What have we here?”
Bones materialized from behind Da
“This person was just leaving,” I stiffly said, praying Da
“Not yet, Kitten, we haven’t been introduced.” Uh-oh, not a good idea, not a good idea. “My name is Bones, and you are…?”
“Da
Unsuspecting, Da
“Hey, man, I don’t want any trouble, I was just saying hello to Catherine and…uu
“Don’t say a word.” Bones spoke in a voice so low he was barely audible. Underneath his lashes, his eyes blazed with green fire and power leaked off him. His grip tightened, and I literally heard the bones shatter in Da
“Stop it,” I breathed, standing up to touch him.
He was immobile under my fingers, only his hand kept contracting. Tears streamed down Da
“It isn’t worth it. You’re not changing anything that happened.”
“He hurt you, Kitten,” Bones replied, pitilessly watching the tears roll from Da
“Don’t.” I knew he wasn’t using a figure of speech. “It’s over. If it wasn’t for him using me, I’d have never gone for that first vampire. That means I wouldn’t have met you. Things happen for a reason, don’t you believe that?”
Although he didn’t relax his hand, he looked over at me.
I brushed his face. “Please. Let him go.”
Bones released him. Da
“Bartender, he looks like he might need a cab,” Bones said tersely to the man behind the counter, who hadn’t noticed a thing. “Poor bugger can’t hold his drink.”
He bent down as if to help Da
“You say one more blasted word and the next thing I’ll be crushing is your stones. Tonight’s your lucky night, mate. You’d better thank your bleedin’ stars she stopped me, or you and I would be having a party you wouldn’t live long enough to forget.”
While Da
“Best be leaving, pet. We’ll have to try it another night. This has attracted a bit too much attention.”
“I told you to leave it alone.” I followed him to the truck, speeding off as soon as we got in. “Dammit, Bones, that could have been avoided.”
“I saw your face when he spoke to you. You went white as a ghost. Knew who it had to be, and I know how hurt you were by it.”
His soft tone was somehow more pointed than screaming.
“But what did smashing his hand accomplish? We won’t know if He
“I love you. You have no idea what you’re worth to me.”
Again, his voice was low, but this time it vibrated with emotion. Too distracted to drive and talk at the same time, I pulled off the highway and faced him.
“Bones, I-I can’t say the same, but you mean more to me than anyone else has. Ever. Isn’t that worth something?”
He leaned over and took my face in his hands. The same fingers that had just crushed and maimed delicately traced my jaw as though it were fine crystal.
“It’s worth something, but I’m still holding out to hear the other. Do you realize that tonight is the first time I’ve heard someone call you by your real name?”
“That’s not my real name anymore.” Honestly I felt that way. How vampire of me.
“What’s your full name? I already know it, of course, but I want to hear you say it.”
“Catherine Kathleen Crawfield. But you can call me Cat.” This last part was said with a smile because he had never addressed me in any way but one.
“I think I’ll stay with Kitten.” He smiled back, the tension easing. “It’s what you reminded me of when we met. An angry, defiant, brave little kitten. And every once in a while you’re cuddly like one.”
“Bones, I know you didn’t want to walk away before at the bar, and if I know you, you’re numbering Da
He gave me a look of amazement. “You don’t still have feelings for that wanker, do you?”
Apparently we still had some issues to discuss over good killing versus bad. “Oh, I have feelings for him, all right. I’d like to put him in the ground myself, believe me. Still, it would be wrong. Promise me.”
“Fine. I promise I won’t kill him.”
He said it too easily. My eyes narrowed.
“Promise me right here and now that you will also never cripple, maim, dismember, blind, torture, bleed, or otherwise inflict any injury on Da
“Blimey, that’s not fair!” he protested.
Guess it was good I hadn’t just accepted his first agreement. “Promise!”
He made an exasperated noise. “Fine. Bloody hell. Didn’t I teach you too well to cover all of your bases?”
“Yes, you did. We can’t go back to the bar now. What do you want to do?”
He traced a finger across my lips.
“You decide.”
A twinge of mischief shot through me. With all of our meticulous research, going through missing persons reports, autopsies, and the general grim task of trying to find a bunch of mass murderers, we hadn’t had much time for lightheartedness. Putting the truck back into gear, I got onto the highway and headed south. After an hour, I pulled onto a gravel road.