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The Lunatic Cafe :: Гамильтон Лорел
Страница: 161 из 234I meant it about no premarital sex, even if he hadn't been a lycanthrope, but the flesh was more than willing. I wasn't sure the spirit was up to the fight.
The look in Richard's eyes was drowning deep and worth anything in the world. I tried to hide a rather sappy smile but knew it was too late. I knew I would pay for this in the car with Zerbrowski. I would never hear the end of it. Staring up into Richard's face, I didn't care. We'd work out everything, eventually. Surely to God we could work it out.
"Wait 'til I tell Dolph we were late because you were smooching with some guy."
I didn't rise to bait. "I may not be home for hours. You might want to go home instead of waiting here."
"I drove your Jeep here, remember? I don't have a ride home."
Oh. "Fine, I'll be back when I can."
He nodded. "I'll be here."
I walked out into the hallway, not smiling anymore. I wasn't sure how I felt about coming home to Richard. How was I ever going to come to a real decision if he kept hanging around, making my hormones run amok?
Zerbrowski chuckled. "Blake, I have seen everything now. The heap-big vampire slayer in luuv."
I shook my head. "I don't suppose it would help to ask you to keep this to yourself?"
He grinned. "Makes the teasing more fun."
"Damn you, Zerbrowski."
"Loverboy seemed sort of tense, so I didn't say anything before, but now that we're alone, what the hell happened to you? You look like someone took a meat cleaver to your face."
Actually, I didn't. I'd seen that done once and it was a lot messier. "Long story. You know my secret. Where were you tonight all dressed up?"
"Married ten years tonight," he said.
"You're kidding?"
He shook his head.
"Big congrats," I said. We clattered down the stairs.
"Thanks. We hired a baby-sitter and everything. She made me leave my beeper home."
The cold bit into the sores on my face and made my head ache worse.
"Door's not locked," Zerbrowski said.
"You're a cop. How can you leave your car unlocked?" I opened the door and stopped. The passenger seat and floorboard were full. McDonald's take-out sacks and newspapers filled the seat and flowed onto the floorboards. A piece of petrified pizza and a herd of pop cans filled the rest of the floorboard.
"Jesus, Zerbrowski, does the EPA know you're driving a toxic waste dump through populated areas?"
"See why I leave it unlocked. Who would steal it?" He knelt in the seat and began shoveling armfuls of garbage into the backseat.
The look in Richard's eyes was drowning deep and worth anything in the world. I tried to hide a rather sappy smile but knew it was too late. I knew I would pay for this in the car with Zerbrowski. I would never hear the end of it. Staring up into Richard's face, I didn't care. We'd work out everything, eventually. Surely to God we could work it out.
"Wait 'til I tell Dolph we were late because you were smooching with some guy."
I didn't rise to bait. "I may not be home for hours. You might want to go home instead of waiting here."
"I drove your Jeep here, remember? I don't have a ride home."
Oh. "Fine, I'll be back when I can."
He nodded. "I'll be here."
I walked out into the hallway, not smiling anymore. I wasn't sure how I felt about coming home to Richard. How was I ever going to come to a real decision if he kept hanging around, making my hormones run amok?
Zerbrowski chuckled. "Blake, I have seen everything now. The heap-big vampire slayer in luuv."
I shook my head. "I don't suppose it would help to ask you to keep this to yourself?"
He grinned. "Makes the teasing more fun."
"Damn you, Zerbrowski."
"Loverboy seemed sort of tense, so I didn't say anything before, but now that we're alone, what the hell happened to you? You look like someone took a meat cleaver to your face."
Actually, I didn't. I'd seen that done once and it was a lot messier. "Long story. You know my secret. Where were you tonight all dressed up?"
"Married ten years tonight," he said.
"You're kidding?"
He shook his head.
"Big congrats," I said. We clattered down the stairs.
"Thanks. We hired a baby-sitter and everything. She made me leave my beeper home."
The cold bit into the sores on my face and made my head ache worse.
"Door's not locked," Zerbrowski said.
"You're a cop. How can you leave your car unlocked?" I opened the door and stopped. The passenger seat and floorboard were full. McDonald's take-out sacks and newspapers filled the seat and flowed onto the floorboards. A piece of petrified pizza and a herd of pop cans filled the rest of the floorboard.
"Jesus, Zerbrowski, does the EPA know you're driving a toxic waste dump through populated areas?"
"See why I leave it unlocked. Who would steal it?" He knelt in the seat and began shoveling armfuls of garbage into the backseat.