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"I wouldn't notice if you did." She marched across the room, turned the air
conditioner offЧ
"Aw, you're killin' me!"
Чand pulled the drapes. The room, a perfectly adequate Holiday Inn, became
nicely gloomy.
"I'm sure you don't mean anything by it," he began, "but this is seriously
fucking creepy."
"Your bright idea, Daniel. Okay, well, good night."
"Night," he said, a bit nervously. He watched her kick off her tennis shoes and
stretch out on the bed. Straight-faced, she folded her hands over her breasts.
"Did I mention you're killin' me?"
"Quit your whining," she said, and was insensible for the next thirteen hours.

"TIME to get up," she said, poking him. As always, there was no sense of time
passing. One minute she'd closed her eyes, and now it was sunset again. "Rise
and shine."
"Aaaggghhhhh!" he cried, and nearly fell off the bed, unintentionally smacking
her as he did so. "Don't do that!"
"Don't do that," she snapped back, feeling her cheek. "What's the problem?"
He sat up, rubbing his face. His shirt, she suddenly noticed, was draped over
the far chair. She assumed he was still swimming to keep in shape. The broad
shoulders, sweetly defined pecs, and flat stomach meant he was doing something,
that was for damned sure. His blond hair was standing up in all directions, as
if showcasing his startlement. "Look," he was saying, "I'm sorry to yell, but
it's not every night I wake up with a vampire bending over me. Even one I know."
You never knew me. She didn't say it out loud. Be nice, he's giving you a ride.
Plus, he knows what you are and he didn't pull the curtains open at two o'clock
in the afternoon.
"We can get going now," she said helpfully.
"Forget it. I need to shower and change." He rubbed his cheek, which rasped.
"And shave. Well, maybe not shave. D'you want to shower first?"
"I don't need to."
He stopped in mid-yawn. "How come?"
"I don't sweat, pee, or even shed hair. Why would I shower?"
"UmЕ so you're not skanky and nasty?"
"Takes one to know one," she said, stung. Great. Half a day with him and she was
regenerating to grade school. "Look, just go take your shower, all right?"
"All right, all right. You're definitely not an early morning vampire. Early
evening, I mean." He stood and began unbuckling his belt, then stopped and
stared at her. "Oh. I's'pose I should do this in the bathroom. I meanЕ I didn't
think you'd care, butЧ"
"I'm dead, not asexual," she said dryly.
"Ah-ha!" he cried, startling her. He bounded (awkwardly; his pants were falling
down) across the room and fumbled for the Barnes and Noble bag on the small
table. He pulled out a small, red-bound book. American Heritage Dictionary, it
read. "Now I can understand you and we can actually talk and stuff."
She burst out laughing; she couldn't help it. The effect on him was startling;
his grin lit up his whole face, made his blue eyes twinkle. "There! I knew you'd
do that sooner or later."
"Oh, come on. I'm not that much of a grump."