son, and Danielle to drive her there because she was so shaky.
“The police would have taken Holly, gladly,” Sam said. “But I knew Holly didn’t have anyone but Danielle here, so I thought I might as well let Danielle go, too.”
“Of course, that leaves me to serve by myself,” I said tartly, thinking I was getting punished doubly for helping Holly out.
He smiled at me, and for a second I couldn’t help but smile back. “I’ve called that Tanya Grissom. She said she’d like to help out, just on a fill-in basis.”
Tanya Grissom had just moved to Bon Temps, and she’d come into Merlotte’s right away to put in an application. She’d put herself through college waitressing, she’d told Sam. She’d pulled down over two hundred dollars a night in tips. That wasn’t going to happen in Bon Temps, and I’d told her so frankly.
“Did you call Arlene and Charlsie first?” I realized I’d overstepped my bounds, because I was only a waitress/barmaid, not the owner. It wasn’t for me to remind Sam he should call the women with longer time in before he called the newcomer. The newcomer was definitely a shape-shifter, and I was afraid Sam was prejudiced in her favor.
Sam didn’t look irritated, just matter-of-fact. “Yeah, I called them first. Arlene said she had a date, and Charlsie was keeping her grandbaby. She’s been hinting pretty heavily that she won’t be working much longer. I think she’s going to keep the baby full-time when her daughter-in-law goes back to work.”
“Oh,” I said, disconcerted. I’d have to get used to someone new. Of course, barmaids come and barmaids go, and I’d seen quite a few pass through the employee door of Merlotte’s in my—gosh, now five—years of working for Sam. Merlotte’s was open until midnight on weeknights and until one on Friday and Saturday. Sam had tried opening on Sunday for a while, but it didn’t pay. So now Merlotte’s was closed on Sunday, unless it had been rented for a private party.
Sam tried to rotate our times so everyone got a chance to work the more lucrative night shift, so some days I worked eleven to five (or six-thirty, if we became extra busy) and sometimes I worked five to closing. He’d experimented with times and days until we’d all agreed on what worked best. He expected a little flexibility from us, and in return he was good about letting us off for funerals and weddings and other mile-stones.
I’d had a couple of other jobs before I’d started working for Sam. He was the easiest person to work for, by far. He’d become more than my employer somewhere along the way; he was my friend. When I’d found out he was a shape-shifter, it hadn’t bothered me a bit. I’d heard rumors in the shifting community that the Weres were thinking of going public, the way the vampires had. I worried about Sam. I worried about people in Bon Temps accepting him. Would they feel he’d been deceiving them all these years, or would they take it in stride? Since the vampires had made their carefully orchestrated revelation, life as we knew it had changed, all over the world. Some countries, after the initial shock had worn off, had begun working to include vampires in the mainstream of life; others had pronounced vampires nonhuman and urged their citizens to kill vampires on sight (easier said than done).
“I’m sure Tanya will be fine,” I said, but I sounded uncertain, even to my own ears. Acting on an impulse—and I can only suppose the tidal wave of emotions I’d experienced that day had something to do with this—I threw my arms around Sam and gave him a hug. I smelled clean skin and hair and the slight sweet smell of a light aftershave, an undertone of wine, a whiff of beer . . . the Sam smell. I drew it into my lungs like oxygen.
Surprised, Sam hugged me back, and for a second the warmth of his embrace made me feel almost light-headed with pleasure. Then we both backed off, because after all, this was our workplace and there were a few customers scattered around. Tanya came in, so it was good we were out of the clinch. I didn’t want her to think this was routine.
Tanya was shorter than my five foot six, and she was a pleasant-looking woman in her late twenties. Her hair was short and straight and shiny, a medium brown that almost matched her