"You dated Alcide for a while," he observed, in a neutral kind of voice.
I thought of a couple of possible answers. I settled for, "I haven't seen him since the packmaster contest."
He smiled widely. "So he's not your steady?"
I shook my head.
"Then you're unattached?"
"Yes."
"No toes I'd be stepping on?"
I tried to smile, but my effort was not a happy one. "I didn't say that." There were toes. Those toes wouldn't be happy piggies. But they didn't have any right to be in the way.
"I guess I can handle some disgruntled exes. So will you go out with me?"
I looked at him for a second or two, scouring my mind for considerations. From his brain I was getting nothing but hopefulness: I saw no deceit or self-serving. When I examined the reservations I had, they dissolved into nothing.
"Yes," I said. "I will." His beautiful white smile sparked me to smile in return, and this time my smile was genuine.
"There," he said. "We've negotiated the pleasure part. Now for the business part, which is unrelated."
"Okay," I said, and put my smile away. I hoped I'd have occasion to haul it out later, but any business he would have with me would be supe-related, and therefore cause for anxiety.
"You've heard about the regional summit?"
The vampire summit: the kings and queens from a group of states would gather to confer about... vampire stuff. "Eric said something about it."
"Has he hired you to work there yet?"
"He mentioned he might need me."
"Because the Queen of Louisiana found out I was in the area, and she asked me to request your services. I think her bid would have to cancel out Eric's."
"You'd have to ask Eric about that."
"I think you would have to tell him. The queen's wishes are Eric's orders."
I could feel my face fall. I didn't want to tell Eric, the sheriff of Louisiana's Area Five, anything. Eric's feelings for me were confused. I can assure you, vamps don't like feeling confused. The sheriff had lost his memory of the short time he'd spent hiding in my house. That memory gap had driven Eric nuts; he liked being in control, and that meant being cognizant of his own actions every second of the night. So he'd waited until he could perform an action on my behalf, and as payment for that action he'd demanded my account of what had passed while he stayed with me.
Maybe I'd carried the frankness thing a little too far. Eric wasn't exactly surprised that we'd had sex; but he was stunned when I told him he'd offered to give up his hard-won position in the vampire hierarchy and to come live with me.
If you knew Eric, you'd know that was pretty much intolerable to him.
He didn't talk to me any more. He stared at me when we met, as if he were trying to resurrect his own memories of that time, to prove me wrong. It made me sad to see that the relationship we'd had - not the secret happiness of the few days he'd spent with me, but the entertaining relationship between a man and a woman who had little in common but a sense of humor - didn't seem to exist any more.
I knew it was up to me to tell him that his queen had superseded him, but I sure didn't want to.
"Smile's all gone," Quinn observed. He looked serious himself.
"Well, Eric is a..." I didn't know how to finish the sentence. "He's a complicated guy," I said lamely.
"What shall we do on our first date?" Quinn asked. So he was a good subject changer.
"We could go to the movies," I said, to start the ball rolling.
"We could. Afterward, we could have dinner in Shreveport. Maybe Ralph and Kacoo's," he suggested.