woman, and she’d gone. I could tell he had a shotgun in his truck—you know, I heard it in his head—and I went and got it, and I disabled their truck, and I was looking for you because I figured something had happened to you.”

“So you planned to save me and the clerk, together?”

“Well . . . yeah.” I couldn’t understand the odd tone of his voice. “I didn’t feel like I had a whole lot of choices there.”

The welts were just pink lines now.

The silence still didn’t seem relaxed. We were about forty minutes from home now. I started to let it drop. I didn’t.

“You don’t seem too happy about something,” I said, a definite edge to my voice. My own temper was fraying around the edges. Iknew I was heading in the wrong direction conversationally; Iknew I should just be content with silence, however brooding and pregnant.

Eric took the exit for Bon Temps and turned south.

Sometimes, instead of going down the road less taken, you just charge right down the beaten path.

“Would there be somethingwrong with me rescuing the two of you?” We were driving through Bon Temps now. Eric turned east after the buildings along Main gradually thinned and vanished. We passed Merlotte’s, still open. We turned south again, on a small parish road. Then we were bumping down my driveway.

Eric pulled over and killed the engine. “Yes,” he said. “There is something wrong with that. And why the hell don’t you get your driveway fixed?”

The string of tension that had stretched between us popped. I was out of the car in a New York minute, and he was, too. We faced each other across the roof of the Lincoln, though not much of me showed. I charged around it until I was right in front of him.

“Because I can’t afford it, that’s why! I don’t have any money! And you all keep asking me to take time off from my job to do stuff for you! I can’t! I can’t do it anymore!” I shrieked. “I quit!”

There was a long moment of silence while Eric regarded me. My chest was heaving underneath my stolen jacket. Something felt funny, something was bothering me about the appearance of my house, but I was too het up to examine my worry.

“Bill . . .” Eric began cautiously, and it set me off like a rocket.

“He’s spending all his money on the freaking Bellefleurs,” I said, my tone this time low and venomous, but no less sincere. “He never thinks about giving me money. And how could I take it? It would make me a kept woman, and I’m not his whore, I’m his . . . I used to be his girlfriend.”

I took a deep, shuddering breath, dismally aware that I was going to cry. It would be better to get mad again. I tried. “Where do you get off, telling them that I’m your . . . your lover? Where’d that come from?”

“What happened to the money you earned in Dallas?” Eric asked, taking me completely by surprise.

“I paid my property taxes with it.”

“Did you ever think that if you told me where Bill’s hiding his computer program, I would give you anything you asked for? Did you not realize that Russell would have paid you handsomely?”

I sucked in my breath, so offended, I hardly knew where to begin.

“I see you didn’t think of those things.”

“Oh, yeah, I’m just an angel.” Actually, none of those things had occurred to me, and I was almost defensive they hadn’t. I was shaking with fury, and all my good sense went out the window. I would feel the presence of other brains at work, and the fact that someone was in my place enraged me farther. The rational part of my mind crumpled under the weight of my anger.

“Someone’s waiting in my house, Eric.” I swung around and stomped over to my porch, finding the key I’d hidden under the rocker my grandmother had loved. Ignoring everything my brain was trying to tell me, ignoring the beginning of a bellow from Eric, I opened the front door and got hit with a ton of bricks.

Chapter Fourteen

“WE GOT HER,” said a voice I didn’t recognize. I had been yanked to my feet, and I was swaying between two men who were holding me up.

“What about the vamp?”

“I shot him twice, but he’s in the woods. He got away.”

“That’s bad news. Work fast.”

I could sense that there were many men in the room