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more sand out of her hair.
"Well, how come?"
"How come ? It's not like being a Republican, moron. I didn't exactly have a
choice."
"You want to go get a drink? Talk about it?"
"Is that supposed to be a joke?"
"WellЕ not like that," he said uneasily, fingering his already-fading bite mark.
"Like at a bar."
"No." But that was a lie. She was sorely tempted. And never mind her long-dead
crush on Daniel HarrisЕ the cold fact was, she was lonely. At times, almost
unbearably so. It was niceЧif weirdЧto run into a familiar face.
And he was pleasant. Even when he turned girls down for dates, he'd always been
nice about it. One of those guys who honestly had no idea how popular and
sought-after they really were.
"Aw, c'mon," he was coaxing. "Look, my car's right over there. We can head over
to Joe's, grab a drink. Catch up."
"Catch up," she repeated. It was absurd and sad at the same side.
"Come on, Alison."
"Andrea."
"Right, Andrea."
"For crying out loud." But when he unlocked the passenger side of the silver
Intrepid and held the door for her, she climbed in.



Chapter 3

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"I'LL have a Bud," Daniel said. Huge surprise. He turned to her. "Can youЧuhЧ"
"White wine." She sighed. "Anything from 1985."
"So you can drink stuff that isn't blood?" he asked after the waitress
swivel-hipped away.
"Yes. I can drink anything, it just doesn'tЧahЧsatisfy me."
"Oh. So, how'd you become a vampire?"
She shrugged.
"Oh, come on. I really want to know! I mean, this is just so cool!"
"Yes, being undead is a laugh a minute. I can't think why I didn't do it
before."
"Come on, it can't be all bad. I bet you're really super-strong, right? And
fast?"
She shrugged.
"And you can prob'ly see in the dark like a cat. And you've got that whole sex
appeal thing going."
She stared at him. "I'm not sexy."
"No, you weren't sexy. Now you are. I mean, come on, you think any girl dug up
on the beach is gonna be cute? But you were seriously cute. I was scared when
you sat up but I was, y'know, kinda glad, too."
"Oh." That wasЕ that was actually kind of sweet. Gross, but sweet. "Well, thank
you."
"So how'd you do it?" He leaned forward eagerly. "Was it hard? Did it hurt? Did