How?" I demanded. "How could you have screwed this one up?" "When I got in, they said the manager was on the phone and would be a few minutes. So, I sat down and ordered a drink." This time, I did lean my forehead against the steering wheel. "What did you order?" "A martini." "A martini." I lifted my head. "You ordered a martini before a job interview." "It's a bar, Sage. I figured they'd be cool with it.
Richelle MeadBut I couldn't help myself, couldn't help the way I felt as I recalled the bliss and rush of a vampire's bite.
Richelle MeadDid you see that dress?โ "I saw the dress.โ "Did you like it?โ He didn't answer. I took that as a yes. "Am I going to endanger my reputation if I wear it to the dance?โ When he spoke, I could barely hear him. "You'll endanger the school.โ I smiled and fell asleep.
Richelle MeadWho else is going?" I asked. He shrugged. "Just you and me." My mood promptly shot up past 'cheerful' and went straight to 'estatic.' Me and Dimitri. Alone. In a car. This might very well be worth a surprise test. "How far is it?" Silently, I begged for it to be a really long drive. Like, one that would take a week. And would involve us staying overnight in luxury hotels. Maybe we'd get stranded in a snowbank, and only body heat would keep us alive. "Five hours" "Oh." A bit less than I'd hoped for. Still, five hours was better than nothing. It didn't rule out the snowbank possibility, either.
Richelle Mead