13
Illegal Vampiring?
I’d remembered to update my calendar, and as Alex and I were headed back into town, I got a reminder about an appointment with my decorator.
“But I can totally skip it,” I said after Alex asked what was up.
I might have sounded a little too eager, because he said, “You don’t want Wembley to finish, do you?”
I scowled back at him. To admit that was to admit I was a lonely, sad, pathetic soul. Blech.
“Come on. What’s the big deal, Mallory? Just tell him. He’d probably be thrilled to room with you. Especially if you let him keep the master bedroom. He doesn’t need to live in his half-finished houses; he just doesn’t like living alone. All the contractor noise and motion makes him feel like he’s not.”
“Hmph.” Pathetic. Sad. Lonely. No thanks.
“Whatever. Just think
