there weren't any tables. in fact, the press of people was such that i had to take refuge on the patio and order my sunset smoothie to go. better to leave, before people started looking like bloodsicles. besides, i wanted a long hot bath and plenty of time to primp for my date with bruno. i texted emma and told her not to bother coming in. she replied, "you okay?" i assured her i was, and wasn't staying long. a minute or so later i saw her suv pull away.

thinking about bruno while i waited for my smoothie helped me relax a little. it had been a long time since we'd had an actual date-date. he'd been busy with his studies; i'd been on a job. and while they may work for other people, i think long distance relationships suck. e-mails, calls, and texts are just not the same as face-to-face, skin-to-skin communication. absence does not make the heart grow fonder. it makes it grow lonely. at least in my case.

juan paused as he crossed the patio, carrying a tray laden with food that smelled like heaven, to hand me my drink, already in a to-go cup. i forced myself to look away and took a long pull of my sunset smoothie, a concoction whipped up specifically for me and only available at la cocina, where i've been a regular since my first week of college. when barbara and her husband found out i'd never again be able to eat solid food, they took it as a challenge and created something that i could actually drink, digest, and enjoy. when i first heard what was in it, i was a little freaked. i mean, cow's blood? seriously? but it tastes great and i always feel better after i've had one.

i can try to deny it, but the vampire part of me has different nutritional needs than the human and siren parts. it's a bad idea to ignore them. control is about knowing your limits and working within them, not pretending they don't exist.

i plunged back into the crowded restaurant, heading for the cash register line to pay the tab. it was a long line, so, rather than waste time being bored, i decided to call dawna and check in.

"are you coming back to the office?" she had to shout so that i could hear her over the restaurant noise.

"i hadn't planned on it."

"crap."

"what's up?"

"there's an agent baker here from the serenity secret service. she says she has the packet you requested and needs to brief you before you start your assignment tomorrow."

shit. i looked at the clock. i didn't have time to go back to the office for a briefing and still get ready for my date tonight. i just didn't. and while most times i'm all about the work, today i wasn't. i needed a night off.

"see if she can meet me at the office tomorrow morning early, say eight o'clock? i doubt adriana gets out of bed that early."

dawna put me on hold; i'd moved up to the second spot in line by the time she got back to me. "she has another appointment at nine o'clock, so eight won't work. but she can do six thirty or seven."

six thirty? really? there must be a lot of information to cover. i did some quick calculations in my head, considering travel time from either my house or bruno's, and made a decision. "tell her seven o'clock is as early as i can do."

"i'll let her know."

we hung up without saying good-bye and i paid my tab, then headed out the door, still sucking on my smoothie. but i was especially careful crossing the parking lot and i used the little button a friend in the fbi had given me to make sure nobody had tampered with my car.

it's not paranoia if they're actually trying to kill you.

7

after the hit-and-run, it took a little effort, but i succeeded in pumping myself up once more. i kept telling myself that tonight was going to be a good night. i was going to bruno's for our long-awaited and (in my case) much-anticipated date. i'd be going back to the old neighborhood and seeing what bruno had done with my grandmother's old house while i'd been gone.

gran's working-class neighborhood had been on a downward slide for a while, but now the area seemed to be turning around. the most recent wave of newcomers had been yuppies with small children; they wanted to live close to the city without paying exorbitant prices.

before bruno moved in, the murphys had briefly lived in the house. i really liked molly and mickey and their girls, beverly and julie. beverly was going to be a true siren, the first atlantic siren since the magna carta, and her family had spent about a year living in my grandmother's small house so beverly could benefit from being near serenity and queen lopaka.

but the whole family missed their old home in arkansas, and when they decided to go back, bruno bought the house from them. it's a pretty little place, gray with white trim and a big front porch. the old rocking chair where gran had nursed my skinned knees is still there, joined now by a matching antique glider just big enough for bruno and me to sit on comfortably enjoying the sunset and the distant sound of the ocean.

he's been tending gran's flower beds religiously; the poppies and shasta daisies gave the place plenty of color and brought bumblebees and butterflies calling.

by the time i got there, it was almost too late in the afternoon for butterflies. i'd taken my time getting ready. i wanted to look my best. at the risk of going too dressy, i'd pulled on a strapless little black dress that was cut to make the most of my natural assets, short enough to show off my long legs and the ivy tattoo that wrapped around one of them, and low cut enough to flaunt a bit of cleavage. i'd even put on high heels. i wouldn't be able to run worth a damn, but i wasn't planning on running. my only concession to safety was a little black bolero jacket that was spelled and tailored to hide a pair of knives, a stake, and a little one shot brand squirt gun filled with holy water. i never go out without some weapons. besides, the sun was setting. the monsters would soon be on the prowl.

fortunately, the smoothie had taken the edge off of my hunger. i wasn't having the usual problem with sunset bloodlust. nope, instead i was feeling another kind of lust entirely. i hoped that once he got a look at me in this outfit, bruno would share the sentiment.

just thinking about it made me want to stomp on the gas pedal of my little blue sports car. but these days, when i drive, i make sure to obey all traffic laws. i glanced in the rearview just to make sure and, yep, as usual, there was a cop car following me, staying a couple of cars behind. the guy at the wheel was way too big to be my old friend officer clarke. of course, i'd already seen clarke, earlier that day, when he'd tried to run me over. i wondered idly where he'd gotten the car, but figured a cop would have easy access to a stolen or towed vehicle.

don't think about it, graves. it'll make you grumpy. and tonight is no night to feel grumpy.

a wicked little smile tugged at the corners of my lips as i pulled the car into bruno's driveway and parked. as the cop who had been tailing me drove past, i reached out the window and came this close to flipping him the bird. i settled for a cheery little wave that would probably irritate him almost as much. i got out of the car and went around to the passenger side to retrieve my purse and the bottle of wine i'd brought as my contribution to dinner.

i strolled happily onto the porch and rang the bell.

no response. i took a deep breath and smelled ... food burning. leaning closer, i peered through the window and saw bruno lying limp and unmoving on the couch.

oh, shit.

i grabbed the doorknob as the smoke detectors inside the house blared to life-and the protective wards on the house blew me off my feet, throwing me over the porch railing. i landed hard on my ass on the front lawn and skidded across the grass.

bruno appeared in the doorway, yawning and half-befuddled by sleep, but radiating power. he took one look at me and said, "oh fuck, celie, are you all right?"

i was breathless. lethal wards are illegal, but his had packed quite a punch. i managed to wheeze out "peachy" and "fire?" that got him swearing again, and he rushed back into the house, presumably to deal with whatever was going on in the kitchen.

i rose creakily to my feet as some of his neighbors appeared at windows and doorways. the new people didn't recognize me, but old mrs. evans gave me a wave. her husband was sitting in a lawn chair on their porch and laughing so hard there were tears on his cheeks. i was pretty sure he was going to wet his pants.

"ow." i limped carefully toward the house. one of my shoes was simply gone. the seat of my dress had mostly vanished from my little trip across the lawn on my bottom, exposing the expanse of pale, bruised flesh my thong didn't cover. my vampire vision and hearing had kicked in-looking through the front door, i could see bruno in the smoky kitchen, flinging open the windows to air the place out. i could hear mr. evans gasp, "ethel, that's one boy who won't be getting any tonight," before falling back into helpless laughter.

i found the wine bottle, miraculously unbroken, a few steps from the porch. and while true aficionados would throw twelve kinds of fit at how it had been shaken, screw 'em. i needed a drink.

bruno met me at the door. his expression was a strange mix of sorrow, frustration, and embarrassment. "i fell asleep."

"i can see that."

he didn't touch me. instead, he took the wine bottle from my hand and backed up enough to let me pass. the smoke alarm cut off abruptly. in the sudden silence i heard a car pulling to the curb in front. i could hear bruno swallow before he headed down the steps. glancing back, i saw that the new arrival was a police car.

bruno began explaining even before he reached the cop, who was a woman. evidently clarke's buddy hadn't been the one to respond to the call-a small mercy, but i'd take it. although lord help me if the officer wasn't wearing one of the police force's anti-siren charms. i tended to bring out hostility in most women. that's never good, and worse when i'm dealing with the police. "it was just an accident, officer. i was cooking lasagna for dinner and fell asleep on the couch. i've got the wards set to activate automatically when i fall asleep. when my friend arrived, she saw me lying on the couch and smelled smoke..." bruno let the sentence drift off unfinished. "we're both fine."