AN: So, I know I said that NOM was over, and it was. BUT, seasonblogs decided to pay a heck of a lot of money for me to continue it AND to support a really great cause in the Support Stacie Vampire Auction. She got to read it first, and asked that it be shared with all of you as well. So, here you go… a little bonus NOM, courtesy of seasonblogs and her generosity. Hope you enjoy!
Mr. Deliciousness
"Sookie," Pam said, linking her arm through mine as we walked towards the club. "I am so happy that you and Eric straightened all your problems out."
"Um… thanks Pam," I said, looking over at Pam and smiling skeptically. It wasn't like her to be overly sentimental, but I supposed she might have felt a bit responsible for everything we'd gone through.
"No," she said emphatically, "thank you. I thought I was going to stab him. He was being such a buzz kill. He ran off three different girls I brought home last week alone. How is a girl supposed to get laid when you've got Boo Radley popping out and ruining everything?"
Ah, of course. Leave it to Pam to make it all about her. Hell, she wouldn't be Pam if she didn't. It was one of her many charms.
"Yes Pam," I said, patting her hand with my own, "we did it all because of you."
"It's a damned good thing you did," she replied. "I didn't think I could take much more of living with Grumpy Pants McGee. Speaking of, when is he going to move the rest of his stuff over to the apartment?"
"Pam!" I gasped. It had been three weeks since I flew back from Stockholm, and just one week since Eric and I had worked out the misunderstanding. We'd been practically inseparable, sure, but we weren't really at that moving in talk stage.
"What?" she responded, opening the door to the club and gesturing me to go in first. "I've hardly seen him at the house since you two made up. It's like I live alone again, not that I'm complaining. But I did hear from Cal that he hardly sees you either." She waggled her eyebrows at me as I walked past her. "So I can only imagine what the two of you are getting up to."
Oh God, she was talking to my doorman Cal about us? I could just imagine what he would have relayed to her. He always seemed to give me a knowing look when we did leave, though I wasn't ready to face the implication there. Hell, it was true, we barely left the apartment. Every time we intended to leave, we always got distracted with, well… each other. Being with him, knowing fully that we both wanted to be with each other without any doubts, made it difficult to want to do anything else.
"Yes," I said curtly. "Well, we haven't had that discussion." Goodness, I wasn't even sure if that was a discussion I wanted to have. We were too comfortable to go rocking the boat with a conversation like that. It was a huge step, one that I wasn't sure I even wanted to broach with him. Though it seemed like a lot longer, for all intents and purposes, we'd only known each other for a matter of months, and only had been "together" for five weeks, two of which we'd spent apart. That was hardly enough time to make a decision like that, though truth be told, I had to admit that the thought of waking up to Eric every day did hold its appeal.
I pushed the thought to the back of my mind as we walked towards the booth that Pam had arranged for our farewell night out with Stav and Amelia, both of whom were already waiting and looked to be at least one bottle of champagne in.
"Sookie," Amelia squealed, jumping out of her chair and running towards me to embrace me in a bear hug.
Okay, so Amelia herself was a bottle in. This should be entertaining.
"Hey Amelia," I said, unwinding her arms from my neck before she choked me. "How long have you been here?"
"Oh, not too long." She stopped and looked behind me. "Where's the man?" She raised her eyebrows suggestively. "Wear him out did you?"
"Oh Jesus," Pam said, rolling her eyes. Much as she liked to joke, Pam had made it abundantly clear that she didn't want details of our sex life. "He's in the back somewhere. He had to finish up some paperwork at the club."
"Oh goodie," Amelia said, taking a hold of both of our hands and ushering us to sit down at the table where Stav sat and gave Amelia an amused smile.
"Sorry Sookie," he said with a smile, "I told her that we should wait until you got here, but she insisted on toasting to us, over and over."
I could just imagine what her toasts had been, if her previous toasts were any indication. Thank God for Stav. I couldn't even imagine Amelia without him anymore. She'd always been a loose cannon.
"Yes!" Amelia squealed. "A toast is a fabulous idea Stavie!" She clumsily filled two empty champagne glasses and handing them to Pam and me. "Let's all go around in a circle and make a toast to Eric and Sookie!"
"But he's not here," I said, dreading what Amelia – or Pam for that matter – would say. Actually, maybe it was better if Eric wasn't here.
Amelia waived her hand dismissively, causing the bubbly liquid to pour over the side and spill on her hand. She looked down at her wet hand with a frown before raising it to her mouth and lapping it up. "You go first Pam," she said, "then you Stav, and I'll go last." She nodded resolutely and sat down, her attention completely focused on Pam.
"Why the hell not?" Pam shrugged, and raised her glass in my direction. "To my brilliance at connecting the two of you. To not having to hear Eric whine about women and to getting you laid!" I felt myself turn red at her proclamation as she tipped her head in my direction and drained her glass.
Okay, one down. Yes, it was definitely better that Eric wasn't here to witness this.
Stav, ever the gentleman, raised his glass in my direction and smiled. "To overcoming the hurdles in your path, and finding the one you are meant to be with. May you be as happy as Amelia and I are." He tossed back the liquid in one shot and gave me a wink at my mouthed, "thank you." At least there was nothing to be embarrassed about there. Of course, that didn't help deter Amelia.
"To Sookie," she said, "who called me many weeks ago to tell me she'd spied the perfect specimen of man unloading a case of beer. What did you call him again? Mr. Gorgeous?" She bit her lip and furrowed her brows. "No. That's not right. Mr. Delightful? No… oh! I remember. Mr. Deliciousness!" I groaned as I recalled that conversation I had with Amelia. She giggled when she saw me nod slightly. I couldn't really be blamed; he'd been a gorgeous stranger that I thought I'd never see again. Hell, I gave nicknames to a lot of people I'd never met, who would have thought that one would have been any different. Just the other day, I'd nicknamed a woman at the restaurant Eric and I had been eating at 'Sluttyana Whorinskya'; it was second nature. Let's just hope that she was able to keep her big fat mouth shut when Eric did get here. "To Sookie finding and nabbing her Mr. Deliciousness!" she blurted out and began laughing, before she tossed back her champagne and looked up at me with a smile.
I tilted my glass in her direction and threw it back myself. The bubbles slid down my throat and burned a delightful path down my chest. I felt better already, though I was going to need a hell of a lot more of that if the rest of the evening was going to be anything like this.
"Hey," I heard a deep voice say before its owner slid into the booth next to me and nuzzled my neck.
Shit. Oh God. How long had he been standing there? Please tell me he didn't hear that. I would be mortified. Beyond mortified. He always laughed at my observational nicknames, but I knew he'd never let me live his down. Please God, please let him have missed that.
"Eric!" I screeched, jumping in my seat to face him and search his face.
"I missed you," he said, low enough so that only I could hear. While his eyes looked amused, he didn't say anything, didn't let on that he heard anything. Maybe he didn't. Eric wasn't exactly someone that would keep quiet about a nickname like that.
"You just left the apartment an hour ago," I said, smiling . Truth be told, I had missed him too. I knew it was ridiculous to actually miss him in that short of a time, but I did. The Sookie Stackhouse six months ago would be slapping the ever living shit out of me today for even having these thoughts. Hell, if I really thought about it, I wanted to smack myself for acting like a lovesick teenager, minus the "no, you hang up" moments. Hell, if we got to that point, I'd pretty much strangle myself.
"You don't think I could miss you in an hour?" he asked, leaning down to place a kiss on my lips. For a minute I forgot where we were. As silly as it sounded, Eric was able to make the world melt away from me with one movement. He broke the kiss hesitantly before whispering in my ear. "There are a lot of things we could do in an hour." He pulled back and smiled down at me. "I love that I can still make you blush Sookie. It's incredibly sexy."
"Umm hmmm," I said, biting my lip and turning my attention to the three sets of eyes that were watching us intently, one with a bit of a scowl on her face.
"Are you two finished?" Pam asked. "I'd like to get this over with so that I can leave the four of you happy in Couplesville." She said the last word with disdain as she dragged her eyes from Eric and me to Stav and Amelia.
"Isn't that nice of you Pam?" Eric asked, resting his arm behind me and idly tracing the bare skin of my shoulder. "That redhead came in looking for you about fifteen minutes ago," Eric said, turning to face Pam who was watching us with disdain. "The one from May Day?"
"Daphne? Really?" Pam's eyes glittered with delight at Eric's proclamation. She sat up straight and turned to survey the crowd of drunken revelers. "I wondered if I'd see her again. She didn't take the break-up terribly well. Can't blame her. I'd be upset if I broke up with me too. Hmm…she'd be easy pickings tonight."
"She's over there," Eric said with an incline of his head. My eyes followed Pam's and I was rewarded with a scantily clad redhead talking to none other than my brother, Jason Stackhouse.
Dammit. I hadn't seen him since I got back from Sweden, though he'd left me a handful of messages asking when I'd be back and that he needed to talk to me. I slunk down in the booth and attempted to hide myself from him. I wasn't ready to face him quite yet.
"Isn't that Jason, Sookie?" Amelia asked with a smile. "I haven't seen Jason since…" she trailed off. I stifled a laugh as the realization of what she was about to say crossed her face. She hadn't seen Jason since we'd visited after college and she and Jason had become quite, erm, friendly. Well, incredibly friendly really. Not something you'd necessarily want to share with your new husband.
"Since when Amelia?" Pam asked with a smirk. She knew the story. Hell, everyone knew that story except for Stav.
"Since right after college," Amelia replied and hiccupped. "Stav," she said, putting on her best pout, "I can't sit here anymore. Let's go dance."
"I wondered how she'd handle that one," Pam said with a smirk when they were out of earshot. "Well, no offense you two, but since we're not having this little farewell shindig at the moment, I'm going to go see if I can go hunt down a meal for tonight."
"Well, that was one hell of a party," he said once we were alone at the table full of half empty champagne glasses missing their owners.
"Short and sweet," I said with a laugh. "But I'm not going to complain." I tucked my head into his shoulder and let out a sigh when he pulled me closer. There was something liberating, yet safe about being with him like this. It was as if I knew I would always be protected, like I could face anything head on, which was exactly what I needed when my brother slid into the booth across from us.
"Well don't you two look downright cozy?" he asked, accusation in his voice.
"Hey Jase," I said, forcing myself to smile as I sat up straighter.
"Don't you 'hey Jase' me Sookie Stackhouse," he replied. "Why in the hell haven't you returned any of my calls?"
I felt Eric's arm give my shoulders a reassuring squeeze before his hand trailed down my back. Jason hadn't looked at him, hadn't even acknowledged his presence. No, he was a man on a mission, and Jason could be as pig-headed as anyone when he set about it.
"I was real busy Jase," I said. "I got back and Portia was on my butt about getting out some articles for the new magazine. You know how it gets when I have a deadline." I smiled weakly. It was true. I had spent most of the time Eric and I had been apart diving headfirst into work. Having to explain to Portia why I didn't have an article about Peter and Sophie-Anne's wedding, without letting her know that I'd almost gotten married hadn't been easy. Thank God Eric had taken me to enough places in Gotland and Stockholm to get a few stories out. She'd been thrilled with the interview Jesper had agreed to give me – an insider's look at clubs and restaurants in Stockholm. But, that meant that I had little time to talk to anyone. Plus, I hadn't been at a point where I was ready to discuss my trip to Sweden with anyone that really knew why I had gone.
"Too busy to call your own damned brother?" he scoffed, and threw back his bottle of beer. "I don't think I know you anymore Sookie Stackhouse. You go off gallivanting to Europe pretending to be engaged to him." He inclined his head towards Eric. "Hell, with what with all that I heard about the two of you, I'm not sure what to believe."
"What did you hear Jason?" Eric said, sitting up straight and focusing on Jason intently.
"Well, hello Eric," he said snidely. "Nice to see you again too." Jason turned back to face me. "Tara showed me a story on her computer about you two. Had a picture of you in a wedding dress Sook."
Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.
"Oh?" I said, trying to keep my voice calm when all I wanted to do was scream.
"What the hell Sook? I knew you were pretending to be engaged to him, but you can't even tell your own brother that you got married? Didn't think that it was important enough to have your family at your own damned wedding? God, if Gran found out it would break her heart. I thought you were more careful than that Sook."
"We didn't get married Jason," I said, letting out a sigh of relief. Okay, he hadn't told Gran. Thank God.
"Then what in the hell were you doing in a wedding dress standing at the front of some church with Eric?"
"It's a long story Jase." I reached out and covered his hand with mine.
"I reckon I've got some time Sookie."
So, I told him everything. Well, most everything. I left out the part about Andre and the Lundgrens. There was no point in getting Jason riled up over something that had already been taken care of, especially since that wasn't a box I wanted to reopen anytime soon. Hell, just what I did tell him was enough to get him going.
"Well shit," he said, sitting back in the booth. "I reckon that's the most fucked up thing I've ever heard. Your Daddy was going to make you get married 'cause Pam slept with his fiancée? I've gotta hand it to Pam that she does what she sets out to do, but shit…I thought Hoyt's Momma was controlling," he said, turning to look at Eric. "Your Daddy done take that cake Northman."
Eric shrugged and agreed.
"So, then why are the two of you still pretending to be together like this?" Jason asked, looking intently at Eric's hand which had crept back up to my shoulder.
Well, now was as good of a time as any I guessed. "We're not pretending anything, Jason," I said. "Eric and I are dating."
Jason took a minute to look between Eric and me before turning back to Eric. "You better not mess with my sister Northman," he warned, to which Eric agreed he wouldn't. "Hmmm, I guess I could be okay with it." He nodded. "You're better than that asshole Bill Compton." I agreed wholeheartedly, even if I didn't say it aloud. "Does that mean I get free drinks? I mean, we're practically family, right Northman?"
"Jason!" I snapped and shook my head. I supposed I shouldn't be surprised. Jason was always looking for ways to take advantage of the situation, always looking for the way that he'd benefit the most.
"I think we can work something out Stackhouse," Eric said. "You keep your mouth shut about what you saw and all your drinks will be on the house."
Jason let out a holler. "Well alrighty, thank God you finally got yourself a good one Sooks."
Though for very different reasons, I couldn't agree more.
****
The next few days were a blur. Between finishing up the final article on my Swedish series for Portia, seeing Amelia and Stav off to the airport, and Eric and I doing our best to christen every inch of my apartment, I barely could tell my head from a hole in the ground.
When I got the call from Lafayette telling me to "get my ass down to Merlotte's" for his birthday party and to "bring that fine piece of meat" I'd had with me last time, I figured it was just what we needed. A night around people that had no idea of what we had gone through, that would have no preconceived notions of Eric or who he was, beyond my new boyfriend, sounded perfect.
Eric insisted on driving. You know, boys and their toys. If I were any less secure, I might be jealous of his love of that Corvette of his. He flew down the roads, a little too fast for my taste, and we pulled into the dirt parking lot of Merlotte's less than thirty minutes from when we'd left the house.
"I love this place," he said with a smirk as he opened my door and offered me a hand.
"Why's that?" I asked. "Fond memories of my ex-boyfriends threatening you?"
"Fond memories is right," he said with a raised eyebrow, "but not what you're thinking, though I suppose I should thank him. Hell without him, I wouldn't have had you on the hood of my car that night."
"Eric Northman!" I said with a gasp, trying to muster every ounce of indignation I had in me unsuccessfully. I looked up into his laughing eyes.
"What?" he asked with a shrug. "Who knows? If he hadn't been such an asshole, you might have made me wait even longer. And just think what we'd be missing out on." He pulled me into his arms and leaned down to whisper in my ear. "You seemed pretty pleased with our situation this morning. A couple of times if I recall. But I'd be happy to give you a demonstration right here if you'd like."
"I'm sure you'd love to show me exactly how that would work, Bob Villa," I said, pushing him away from me. If I were being honest, I'd admit that that particular demonstration didn't sound like a terribly bad idea. Eric had been pestering me to let him live out his Corvette fantasy since we'd returned, and I'll admit that my resistance was weakening. Remembering what that night had been like was almost enough to make me give in. Almost.
I reached down and grabbed his hand. "Come on Northman. You behave and I'll give you a special treat later."
"Promise?" he asked with a leer, but followed along without question.
The bar was full, even for a Friday night. It was one hell of a mix of people. All of the regulars were there, just as they had been every night for as long as I could remember. They looked out of place next to the people that were there for Lafayette's birthday. It was like the casts from Flashdance and Deliverance were locked in a room together. I expected to hear the familiar banjo music to come streaming out of the jukebox and giggled at the thought of any of these people squealing like a pig.
Sam looked up from the beer he was pouring when we walked through the door, giving me a warm smile and Eric a curt nod of his head. I couldn't expect much more really, Sam never liked anyone I dated. We'd come to the understanding that we'd never be anything more than friends, but that didn't mean he liked it.
I spied a booth over in the corner and sent Eric to go claim it as I slid into an empty spot at the bar and ordered our drinks.
"You still with that one Sook?" Sam asked, inclining his head in Eric's direction as he set our drinks down on the bar in front of me. I followed his eyes and saw Eric surrounded by Lafayette and a group of his friends. Hah. If he came out of this one in one piece, he deserved every treat I could dream up.
"Yep," I said with a smile and turned back to face him. "He's a great guy Sam. Honest."
"Hrmph. Well I suppose you know better than anyone who's good for you."
"I do. He is good for me," I beamed, setting a $20 on the counter and turning around. "I better go rescue him before the hyenas eat him alive."
By the time I reached the table, Eric had Lafayette on one side and one of his friends he identified as Marcus on the other. I set the drinks down on the table and laughed when Eric looked up at me and pleaded me with his eyes to save him.
"Um hmmm," Lafayette said, never taking his eyes off my increasingly uncomfortable boyfriend. "I think you brought me the best birthday present I could've asked for. He still 'just a friend' Sook?"
"'Fraid not Lafayette," I said, shaking my head in mock disappointment.
"Didn't think that'd last, but a boy can dream," Lafayette said with a shrug. "You let me know when you're done with him, won't you?"
"Of course," I said with a giggle. "He'll be all yours if I ever decide to give him up."
"You better not ever decide to give me up Stackhouse," Eric growled when I slid into the seat Lafayette vacated and planted a kiss on Eric's cheek. "I don't think I could fend that one off on my own."
I giggled and took a sip of my drink. "It's a good thing I like you so much then Northman."
"If I remember correctly, you love me Stackhouse."
I rolled my eyes. "Yeah yeah. There's that too."
He chuckled and pulled me to his side. "There's always going to be that Sookie."
**
I sucked the last bit of gin and tonic out of my fourth drink and looked up to see Eric eying me predatorily. We'd been enjoying the sight before us, watching as Lafayette's crew took over the bar and sent the regulars skittering to the sidelines. Feeling a boost of confidence from the alcohol running through my veins, I pulled out an ice cube and swirled my tongue around it before popping it in my mouth, my eyes never leaving Eric's. I gave a triumphant smile when he shifted uncomfortably in his seat.
"Is it hot in here Sookie?" he asked, inching closer to me and resting his hand on my leg.
"What's that?" I asked, my focus temporarily lost by the sensation of Eric's fingers running up and down my bare thigh. You'd think I would've learned by now that Eric could never be one-upped. But no, even Pavlov's dog was smarter than I was when it came to him.
I responded immediately to his touch. Even after all these weeks, even after every way he'd touched me, it was like the first time. I squirmed in my seat as his hand inched up my thigh, pushing the cotton of my sundress aside as he made a path towards the very spot that was aching for him.
"I asked it if was hot in here." He leaned down and traced his lips along my earlobe. "I'm feeling overheated."
"I guess it's a bit warm," I said as calmly as I could, considering his tongue was in my ear. I willed myself stop from going all Wicked Witch of the West and melting on the spot, reaching down to still his questing hand with my own. "You're the one wearing a sweater in July."
"Want to help me take it off?"
"Very much," I said, pulling away to lean back against the leather booth and watch him from under hooded eyes. "But not here."
"I guess I can do it on my own then," he said with a smirk as he reached down to take the bottom of his sweater in his hands.
"Eric!" I screeched. "As much as I'd like to see you without your shirt on, this is hardly the appropriate place. Hell, Lafayette might try to challenge me for you, and we all know I'm not a match for him."
"I don't know," he said, inching his sweater up. "Might be kind of fun to see you try to defend my honor." My eyes glazed over as he revealed an expanse of his tanned abs. Oh those abs. I clenched my fists in an effort to stop myself from leaning down and taking a bite out of them. He knew they were one of my weaknesses.
"Eric, stop," I commanded.
"I've got a shirt on under here lover. As much as I love teasing you, I wouldn't strip down with so many interested eyes around." He inclined his head towards two of Lafayette's friends that were eying up Eric as if he was a lake in the middle of the Sahara.
"Oh." Of course. Of course he had a shirt on. I needed to lay off the drinking. It made me paranoid.
I turned my head away as he finished pulling his sweater over his head. I couldn't trust myself to watch him. As much as I knew that I needed to behave, Bad Sookie was egging me on.
"You can look now Sookie," he said with a chuckle. "I promise I'm decent."
"It's not that," I said, turning my head back to face him. "I just…" What. The. Fuck? My eyes bulged as I took in the t-shirt he was wearing.
"Where did you get that?" I asked.
"What? This?" he asked with mock modesty. "Oh, I've had it for ages."
"Very funny Northman." I felt the flush rising up my chest. Dear God. He'd heard Amelia.
"What? I heard that's what my girlfriend calls me to her friends," he shrugged. "Seemed fitting."
"Mr. Deliciousness is right," Lafayette's distinct voice said from over my shoulder. "You advertising there Eric?"
I ignored him. "You heard Amelia that night, didn't you?"
Eric held his hands up in surrender and gave me one of those devastating smiles. Great. Just fucking great. I pushed out of the booth and stood up, looking down at him furiously.
"You waited an entire week and had a fricking shirt made? What? To have a laugh at me?"
"Sookie," he said, reaching out to try to grab my hand. "I thought it was funny. I thought you'd like it."
"I don't," I said with a huff, and slapped his hand away. "I don't like you trying to make a fool out of me Eric. I'm not going to sit here while you mock me."
I spun on my heel and was out the door before anyone could stop me. The warm night air hit my face the minute I stepped into the parking lot, blowing my hair gently in the breeze. I was infuriated. We had our inside jokes, but they remained just that, inside jokes. Going out of his way to make fun of me? Pretending he didn't hear? Letting me think for an entire fucking week that my secret was safe? Well he had another thing coming.
I stomped across the parking lot, throwing my hands up in the air when I reached Eric's red Corvette and realized that I had no way of getting home.
I heard his voice call my name from behind me, followed by the sound of his footsteps as he ran towards me. "Sookie, stop." He reached out and grabbed my arm, spinning me around to face him. "I'm sorry," he said, and cradled my face between his large hands to force me to look at him. "I thought you'd get a laugh out of it, hoped you'd think it was cute. I didn't think you'd get upset."
"It's humiliating."
"It's not! I thought it was charming, and damned flattering. You don't even want to know what I thought of you the day I saw you."
"No?" I asked, biting my lip to attempt to keep my resolve when my body was crying out to bring him near. "Tell me."
"It wouldn't be fit for your ears," he said with a smirk.
"I think I can handle it Northman," I said defiantly.
"I thought you were sexy," he said, leaning down to place a kiss at the edge of my lips. "And beautiful. But you knew that." A kiss on my jaw. "I wondered what you'd say if I asked you to live in my bed." He ran his lips along my earlobe, and I felt my knees go weak. Damned my resolve to stay mad at him. I swayed in place and was thankful when he picked me up and placed me on the hood of his car, echoing that day weeks ago. "Wondered if you would let me see how far down your blush went, which you did, eventually. For which I am grateful." He wedged himself between my legs, pulling me fully against the bulge in his pants. "Wondered if you'd follow through on the eye fuck you gave me." His hands ran up my back. "Wondered what you'd do if I dropped that towel."
"Oh yeah?" I asked breathlessly as he ground his hips into me.
"Yeah," he said, his voice as breathless as my own. "But you want to know what I wondered most of all?"
I nodded, unable to say anything, the sensation of his rough jeans against my thighs causing me to lose all stream of conscious thought.
"I wondered how I was lucky enough to have my door opened by someone like you, and wondered what I'd have to do to make you mine."
The culmination of everything, of all the events, of the emotions, of the weeks of frustration, the weeks of mind-blowing sex, came to a culmination. I was out of emotion, out of everything. I couldn't stay mad at him if I tried. I wanted him, no matter what he was wearing or how much he could infuriate me.
"Eric," I whimpered.
"Yes Sookie?" he asked, his lips not leaving my skin for more than a second at a time.
"As fun as this is, I think it's time to get out of here." He let out a frustrated sigh and pulled himself off of me, burying his hands in his pockets as I pulled my dress down to cover my legs. I couldn't help but laugh at his body language, the aggravation poured out of him in waves.
I jumped off the hood and grabbed his hand, forcing him to look towards me. "I didn't say we had to stop." His eyes widened. "I just know a spot that's a little better of this kind of activity. Just a little ways up the road there."
In a flash he had me in the car, and flew around to the driver's side.
"Sookie Stackhouse," he said, the engine coming to life under his fingertips. "You better be ready."
"Oh I'm ready Mr. Deliciousness," I said with a giggle as he peeled out of the parking lot like a bat out of hell.
And was I ever.