"I can't believe you've become a regular at a bar," Danette teased, sipping on her pink Cosmopolitan in the reserved booth at Lunatics. It was a Thursday evening in early April. Jack and I had been together for long enough that my friends were used to him by now.
"And a wolf bar at that," Jessamy added ruefully. Jess was a sweetie, but a little class-conscious, and yeah, hanging out with Jack, I'd finally sorted out the class struggle between vamps and wolves. So some vamps thought because they didn't get furry they were superior. Idiots. Jack Marceski was the best man I'd ever met - of any species.
"Ummm...sitting right here." That was Dara, who sat next to me on my side of the booth. We were getting to be good friends too.
"Sorry, dear." Jess did have the grace to look truly embarrass
