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He glared at her. "No you won't!"
"Sure I will."
"Won't!"
"AhЕ will."
"Dammit!"
He put the car in neutral and fumed while it idled. She hummed and studied her
nails. Eck. She had some of Big 'n' Smelly's blood under her index nail. Could
she lick it off without Daniel noticing? Maybe heЧ
"Okay," he said abruptly. "Here's the new plan."
"I'm breathless with anticipation."
"I still drive you to MinneapolisЧ"
"So, the new plan is the old plan."
"Чbut, I'm going with you to meet the vampire queen."
"I beg your pardon," she said politely, "but you certainly are not."
"No escort, no ride! That's the way it is."
She studied him and briefly considered knocking him out and stealing the
Intrepid. But she had the odd feeling it might not be quite as easy as she
thought.
Well, she had a ride (again), and she could always ditch him at an opportune
moment.
And his concern was reallyЕ wellЕ reallyЕ
"Let's go," she said, "before I start to cry again."



Chapter 8

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"HEY, I have a present in the trunk," he said, returning to the car with their
room key.
"A pillow?" she asked brightly. "Your trunk's certainly long enough to stretch
out in."
"Yuck, no." He opened her door, waited impatiently while she slowly climbed out,
then slammed it and popped the trunk. He withdrew a bag with the Target logo,
and tossed it to her.
"Awww," she said. "Plastic. Gee, I didn't get you anything."
"Open it, wiseass. Sheesh. If I hadn't known you before you were a blood-sucking
fiend of the night, I'd think all vampires were this weird."
"Oh, we are." She opened the bag and saw several t-shirts, a few pairs of
shorts, two cardigans: one in white, one in black. "Oh. Clothes."
"Well, you sort of joined me with, like, just the stuff on your back, and I know
you don't need to shower or anything, but new clothes are kind of nice, doncha
think?"
He was watching her so anxiously, her dead heart almost skipped a beat. "They're
very nice," she assured him. "Very thoughtful. Thank you."
"Sure."
"I don't have any money to pay you bЧ"
"Forget it. We're on the end, here, second floor." He led her through the lobby
and into the elevator. "Listen," he continued when the doors closed, "what have
you been doing for money?"