That Saturday night, Val confronted me about the incident at the bar the night before with Pierre. “He was acting like a he-man when that guy was trying to get in your pants. Don’t you get what that means?”
I carried two boxes of beer behind him as we returned to the bar. “He was just trying to help me out of a bad situation. I was overwhelmed, and he saw that. He was being…friendly.” I was still getting used to the idea of being “friends” with my boss.
I stacked the boxes on the floor under the counter and faced Val. “That’s all. I was grateful.”
“A vampire doesn’t make the kind of statement he did without intent. He’s staking his claim on you, and you don’t even see it.” He shook his head. “Well, you will, eventually, and I can’t wait to see the fireworks between the two of you. I kno
