"Mary Janice Davidson - Betsy 01 - Undead And Unwed" - читать интересную книгу автора (Davidson Mary Janice)

тАЬSure.тАЭ Hard not to; it took up an entire city block.

тАЬAfter you feed, meet me in the cookbook sectionтАжтАЭ

тАЬThatтАЩs mean!тАЭ I protested.

тАЬOkay, fine, the humor section.тАЭ

тАЬThatтАЩs not much better,тАЭ I grumbled. тАЬAnd I donтАЩt have to feed. IтАЩll just go right now.тАЭ
 A long pause, so long I thought heтАЩd hung up, when he practically whispered, тАЬYou donтАЩt need to feed?
Have you had time this evening?тАЭ

тАЬItтАЩs no big deal. I can go a few days. What do you look like? How about a codeword? Or a super
duper secret undead handshake we can use?тАЭ

тАЬDonтАЩt bother,тАЭ he said, and he sounded incredibly rattled. тАЬI know what you look like, Taylor. See you
in an hour.тАЭ Click.

тАЬOoooh, now that sounds ominous.тАЭ I hung up. Convincing Jessica I needed to meet a mysterious
someone who knew I was deadтАФaloneтАФwasnтАЩt going to be easy. Best to get it over with.




CHAPTER TEN



I love my cat. SheтАЩs a pain in the ass, but sheтАЩs dependable and has never once told me to change my
shirt because I look like a crack whore in periwinkle blue. Heck, the whole reason I was in this fix was,
in part, because of Giselle, but I hadnтАЩt gotten rid of her, or even snacked on her. I was definitely a cat
person.

Which was why it was unbelievably annoying to discover dogs find me irresistible. Before I woke up in
the funeral home, I had ignored dogs, and they had ignored me, and weтАЩd gone about our separate
business. No longer.

By the time IтАЩd gotten out of my car and walked a block, nearly a dozen dogs were following me. They
were relentless in their adoration. When I turned to kick them away, they darted closer and licked my
ankles and grinned big goofy doggy grins. I donтАЩt know why it hadnтАЩt happened the other night when I
was prowling around Lake Street trying to kill myself in a variety of ways. Maybe my vampire
pheromones took time to kick in.

As if the slobbering pack wasnтАЩt bad enough, my ears were still ringing from the scolding Jessica had
given me. To sum up, she thought going out alone to meet a stranger who knew I was a vampire was a)
crazy, and b) stupid, and if I was going to do such a thing, I was c) crazy and stupid. I pointed out that
itтАЩd be even nuttier to bring my fragile, mortal pal along for the ride. When I left she was willfully messing
up my cupboards. She knows it makes me nuts when I canтАЩt find things.