“So, the hottie? Is that the dude you were talking about?”
I had excused myself from the table, wanting a moment’s escape from what I feared was Lee trying to use his newly resurrected fame to get into Austen’s pants. It was better than some kind of bendy-hand hypnosis, but I still found it embarrassing to watch.
As punishment, it turned out, for leaving the poor man to the wolves—or in this case, the vampire—Grant had followed me.
“Yes. One of Vic’s coworkers.” I leaned back against the counter, folded my arms over my chest and closed my eyes. I felt strangely tired and was regretting my impulse to invite Austen. Not because of anything he’d done, or even because I was subjecting the poor man to the advances of the current Viagra spokesperson, but because I’d have probably called the w
