She elbowed him again, because this was not turning out to be an easy win of a conversation. He grunted a little, as if she'd hurt him (which she hadn't, at all), and he put his arm around her shoulders. "Okay, I surrender," he said. "No more cougar baiting. I won't even go outside without a shirt on when I mow the lawn. But you have to make the same promise."
"Not to go outside without a shirt? Sure."
"No," he said, and suddenly he was completely serious. "No flirting with older guys. Especially the really old ones."
He meant Myrnin, her vampire boss, friend, mentor, and sometimes the bane of her existence. Crazy, wildly sentimental Myrnin, who seemed to like her more than was good for either of them.
And she sometimes hadn't done a very good job of handling that, she had to admit.
"I promise," she said. "No flirting."
He sent her a sidelong look that was a little doubtful, but he nodded. "Thanks."
Other than Mrs. Morgan's bright orange bikini, it was an uneventful walk. Morganville wasn't a huge place, and from Lot Street to the mayor's office was about ten minutes at a strol -in the current late-spring temperatures, just about enough time to really start to feel the burn of the sun beating down. Claire was a little grateful when Shane opened the door and she stepped into the cooler, darker space of the Morganville City Hall lobby. It had been rebuilt, mostly, but one thing about the vampires: they demanded high standards on their civic buildings. The place looked great, with new marble floors and columns and fancy-looking light fixtures overhead. Old-world elegance in the middle of Nowhere, Texas.
A round wooden information desk was situated in the center of the lobby, staffed by a good-looking lady probably only a few years out of col ege. The nameplate in front of her said she was Annabel e Lange. Looking up as Claire and Shane stopped in front of her, she gave them a warm, welcoming smile. She had chestnut brown hair worn long and glossy, and big blue eyes...entirely too pretty, and allher attention focused on Shane immediately.
This was worse than Mrs. Morgan by a whole lot. Annabel e wasn't old. And she didn't have to wear a Day-Glo bikini to get attention.
"We're here to see the mayor," Claire said before Annabel e could speak or ask Shane for his phone number. "Claire Danvers and-"
"Shane Col ins," Annabel e interrupted her, still smiling. "Yes, I know. Just a moment; I'll see if Mayor Moses is available."
She turned away and got on a telephone. While she was busy, Claire sent Shane a look-a significant one. He raised his eyebrows, clearly amused. "I didn't do anything," he said. "Totally not my fault."
"Stop being so..."
"Charming? Attractive? Irresistible?"
"I'm going with arrogant."
"Ow." Before he could defend himself, the receptionist was back, allsmiles and dimples.
"Mayor Moses is in a meeting, but she says she can work you in immediately after. If you'd like to go upstairs and wait in her office..."
"Thanks," Shane said. And the girl actually did that lip-biting shorthand for I'm available and gave him the under-the-lashes look. Textbook.
Claire couldn't help but rol her eyes, not that she actually existed on Annabel e Lange's planet at all.
Shane noticed, though. Definitely. He hustled Claire on, fast, to the elevators. "C'mon, that wasn't worth allthat effort at a reaction. She's just... friendly."
"If she were any friendlier, she'd be giving you a lap dance right now."
"Wow. Who turned you into the Green-Eyed Monster? And don't tel me you got bitten by a radioactive spider. There's no superhero of jealousy."
When she didn't reply before they reached the elevators, he punched the button, then turned toward her. It wasn't just a casual kind of look; it was a level stare, very direct, and it caught Claire a little off guard. "Seriously. Are you really thinking I'm into Mrs. Morgan? Or what's-her-name back there?"
"Annabel e," Claire said, and wished she hadn't remembered the girl's name quite that fast. "No. But-"
"But what?" It wasn't like Shane to be so serious. "You know I was just kidding about Mrs. Morgan, right? I wouldn't go there. Or anywhere. I mean, I look at girls, because c'mon, that's biology. But I love you." He said it so matter-of-factly that it sent a shiver through her, deep down to her toes. When Shane was serious, when he got that steady, calm look in his eyes, it made her hot and cold allover. She felt as if she were floating someplace very high, where the air was terribly thin but intoxicating.
"I know," she whispered, and stepped closer to him. "That's why I'm jealous."
"You know that doesn't make sense, right?"
"It does. Because now I have so much more to lose, and more every time you kiss me. I think about losing you, and it hurts."
He smiled. It occurred to her that Shane didn't smile much with other people, only with her, and certainly not that way. It was so...hot, having that al to herself. "You're not losing me," he said. "I straight-out promise that."