he purred. Weirdly, that turned me on. Even stranger, Parrish looked natural in the cowboy hat. I touched the brim with my finger, “You ever a cowboy?” He shook his head, “Too much sun for me. But,” he said leaning in to my ear, “they taste good. Easy to pick off when they’re sleeping around the campfire at night. I miss the days of the open range. It was more like an open buffet.” I punched him in the shoulder. He twirled me around. I didn’t really know how to two-step, so I just shuffled around to the beat as best I could. “What, pray tell, brings you out tonight?” “I was looking for you,” I said. “And here I thought you were experimenting with alternate lifestyles before settling down.” “So, you said that you didn’t turn Teréza—Sebastian’s vambie—but, I was wondering, would you be willing to be her Sire, anyway?” “Are we talking about the crazy lady who burned my hand?” “Uh,” I smiled hopefully, “Yeah. She really needs someone, you know, to teach her how to be a vampire.”
