"Thanks for the beer I don't drink," Jonathan said coolly as he placed his untouched glass on the bar. In the light, he didn't look that blood-thirsty as I remember him when he killed me, just anxious.
"Let me just lock the door, ok? We don't want to be interrupted." I said and went to lock the door. Jonathan was just watching me. Jake decided to stay in a safe distance from both of us, clever boy.
"Are you avoiding me?" Jonathan asked me when I came back. Well, I was, but I was not going to admit it. I probably could get rid of him if I really, really tried. I shook my head and he just said:
"Liar."
Jake moved closer, his empty glass in hand. I motioned he could just leave it at the bar but he kept holding it as if his life depended on it.
"OK, let's talk," I said. Then I poured mys
