One Foot in the Grave

there were the fewest cars. He waited patiently while I drank again. I was smearing blood all over the outside of the bottle, but I didn’t care.

“Better?” he asked when I came up for air. His lips twitched with amusement.

“Not hardly,” I countered. “Look, I don’t know how long my mother will keep quiet, but in case you didn’t notice, she hates you. She’ll call in the troops and try to have you skewered over an open flame with a silver stick. You have to leave.”

“No.”

“Dammit, Bones!” My temper exploded. Why did he have to be so gorgeous, why did he have to stand so close, and why did I still love him so much? “Are you trying to get killed? One call to my boss, that’s all it’ll take, and believe me, my mother’s probably caressing her cell phone and fantasizing about it now.”

Bones rolled his eyes.

“Sods like your boss have chased me most of my undead life, yet I’m still here while they’re not. Neither your mum nor your boss scares me, Kitten. Unless you’d like to choose now for us to have our long-overdue talk, I suggest we return to the festivities. But you can forget about me leaving-or you, either, for that matter. I found you days ago. There’s a reason you didn’t know about that until now. You try to vanish into the smoke again and it’ll be a short flight, I assure you. Plus, then we’ll be having our chat under much different conditions. Like with you chained up somewhere so you can’t try to sneak off again. You pick your circumstances, luv, but I have damn well waited long enough to have this out with you.”

Uh oh. I already knew Bones never bluffed, but even if I hadn’t, the look in his eyes said he meant every word.

“It was you I felt outside my house the other night, wasn’t it?” I asked accusingly. Had to be. That was the same night Bones had met Randy at the bar.

A small smile touched his mouth. The breeze ruffled his darker curls, and in his tux with the moonlight caressing the chiseled planes of his face, he looked positively devastating.

“So you felt me. I wondered if you would.”

I couldn’t keep staring at him. I might be immune to vampire powers, but Bones had always been my kryptonite.

“We have to get back to the reception,” was all I said, looking away.

He held out his hand. “Mind if I have a drop from your bottle first?”

I handed over the gin, careful not to let my fingers graze his. Instead of drinking from it, however, Bones grasped the bottle and stared into my eyes as he licked my blood off the slick glass surface. His tongue curved around every contour of the bottle, and heat flared through me as I watched, mesmerized. When there was not a red drop left on it, he passed it back into my suddenly shaking hand.

Think about work! my brain screamed. Think about anything but what that tongue felt like on your skin!

I went to step by him, but he grabbed my hand. I yanked, but it was like pulling against welded steel.

“Quit that,” Bones said mildly, pulling out a knife. My eyes widened, but he just nicked the side of the same hand gripping mine, and then pressed his blood to my cut. It tingled as it healed on contact.

I drew back my hand. This time, he let me, but the swirling green in his gaze said he’d been just as affected by touching me as I had by feeling his skin on mine.

Yeah, I had to leave. Right. Now.

I turned and walked away quickly, somehow managing not to look back.

The reception was a living hell. Felicity started up a steady stream of suggestive chatter as soon as Bones returned, and he did nothing to discourage it. Grimly I stayed, drinking with the single-mindedness of the condemned as I watched them.

Noah, tonight of all nights, got paged by the animal hospital. He apologized profusely to Denise before he left, but I hardly noticed he was gone.

Denise and Randy were almost the last to leave. They would depart for their honeymoon two days from now, and were going back to her house tonight. I kissed them and wished them every happiness while I was fixated on the fact that it had been five minutes since I’d seen Felicity and Bones. They were still here, to my knowledge.

Unable to help myself, I searched for them, following the trail of invisible energy that wafted off him. When I found them, I stopped short.

They were in the corner of the patio off the main reception room. It was pitch dark, but I saw everything all too easily. Felicity’s back was to me and her arms were around him. The moonlight glowed off his skin, highlighting his face when he leaned down and kissed her.

I have been stabbed, shot, burned, bitten, beaten unconscious too many times to count, and even staked. None of those held a candle to the pain I felt at seeing his mouth on hers. A soft sound escaped me, barely a disturbance of the air, but it was a sound of pure agony.

At that instant, Bones lifted his eyes to stare directly at me. His gaze seemed to be shouting, Don’t like it? What are you going to do about it?

I fled as fast as I could, running to my car and practically slamming it into gear. The territorialism all vampires had was seething inside me. I had to leave or I was going to kill Felicity, and technically she hadn’t done anything wrong. No, I was the one with the problem. She was just kissing the man I loved-and had given away.

THIRTEEN

I WAS IN SUCH TURMOIL THAT I HAD TO DO something. Tomorrow night we were supposed to investigate the GiGi Club, a place where two girls had disappeared. Their bodies hadn’t been found, but something about the way the police dismissed any connection to the club smacked of vampire influence. Fortunately it was local. Only an hour away. Still in my bridesmaid gown, I strapped knives to my legs and drove straight there. Fuck backup. Tate and the boys could have tomorrow night off. I was going vampire hunting and I was doing it alone.

Fifty minutes later I got out of the car, still stomping pissed, and was halfway across the parking lot when a scream whipped my head around. There was a young man, blood on his neck, waving his arms and yelling for help near the entrance to the club. No one looked up. Everyone went right by him. It was only when someone went right through him that I understood.

“Hey buddy!” I yelled, striding forward. “Over here!”

Several heads turned. The bouncer gave me a very strange glance, no doubt wondering exactly how much booze I’d already consumed. The bloody guy got an immense look of relief on his face and whizzed toward me in a hazy streak.

“Thank God! No one’s listening to me, and my girlfriend is dying! I don’t know why everyone’s ignoring me…”

Damn. The only other sentient ghost I’d met had been very aware that he was dead. Most ghosts were just fragments of an image, replaying themselves over and over in a mindless repetition of some long-past event. Not scared and confused and having no idea why suddenly no one paid attention to them.

“Where is she?”

Maybe this was useless. His girlfriend could have died years ago, but he was dressed in contemporary clothes, complete with an eyebrow ring and a pierced tongue. Imagine taking that with you to eternity.

“In here!” He sped right through the door while I settled for pushing my way past the people in line.

“Looking for my boyfriend,” I said by way of explanation to several hostile glances. “I know he’s in here with that tramp I work with.”

That got the women on my side. They hustled me forward with a few “Go get him, honeys!” The bouncer didn’t even card me when I stepped through the doors. Guess I looked over twenty-one.

The dead guy led me to a door on the far side of the club by the bathrooms. It was locked, but I gave it a good